New Friends Chapter 4 - Cowboy Life

Friday was a little on the “down low” side as they were at work with me and then went to hang out with the Mill in the evening. I saw a bit of them before I left to my Island Party (lia sophia, my friends!) and Ben danced and got “jiggy wit ‘it” before we left, in particular, he was dancing in the garage. Meg and I were laughing so hard! After the party I snuck back in the house and was up early for an eventful day. Now, Saturday was supposed to be OUR day – the whole day – the deserving host day – but of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Big surprise. At least I got to have them until 5pm until they were to be dropped off at a friend’s house. So we got dressed (and I must tell that Ben ended up wearing my shoes – haha) and headed out to see the horses. I could feel it in my bones that this one was going to be good…
Americans are scaredy-cats, really. We have little kids that are afraid of horses and their grown adult parents are worse. Even those of us that are experienced always want to ask questions and test drive the product, even if it comes from a trusty source. They want all the directions and even another plan if things go differently. I am ready for these kinds of riders! Not the ones that fearlessly jump on and want to go running off into the sunset screaming “YEE HAW” on a horse they don’t know. Let’s just say the Kenyans can run fast, and boy can they ride fast. I was being the “American” afraid someone would fall off, but my trusty steeds took them all around without an issue. At the end of that hour we meandled home for some hearty cowboy stew and then got ready to see the beer gardens! (Or as some of you know it, Garden of the Gods.) We visited the Trading Post and tried on all kinds of hats (Ben and Sammy even modeled a pink sun hat for us), took some more pictures and rushed over to drop them off for dinner at a friend’s house. Little did I suspect that we would not be dropping them off…