Photo Essay

Taking the Reins in the Land of Enchantment

Us Texans are predisposed to dressing like cowboys. Some may call it an incurable condition, but really we’re just waiting for our moment to hop in the saddle. I had that chance recently when I got a much-appreciated invite to join some good friends (along with a few dozen new ones) for a trail ride outside of Las Vegas, New Mexico. Here’s a quick snapshot of our time on the trail. Giddyup.

I’m not entirely lost on a horse—this ain’t my first rodeo, so to speak. But, compared to some of these guys, I may as well be riding the horse backwards because this definitely isn't their first rodeo. The highlight of my trip was simply watching some good folks—from Houston businessmen to full-time ranch hands—do what they do best. Being a functional rider isn’t easy, but these cowboys certainly made it look that way. 

Us city folks don’t get as much peace and quiet as we need, so a few nights under the stars was exactly what the doctor ordered.

On day three, a few of the riders took to the arena for some good, clean fun—calf roping competitions paired with cheap beer. The best.

Of course, you’re not a real cowboy unless you get a chance to show off now and then.

As long as it’s paired with some world-class cowboy cookin’ and equally world-class live music, I’ll be ready to get back in the saddle at the drop of a hat.

Music was a key part of this trail ride. It was an honor to watch folks like Dean Dillon, Bart Crow, Jason Allen, and several others take the stage.