When I was growing up in San Francisco there were rolling hills behind the Cow Palace that was beautifully wooded and the edge of the City kind of rural. There was a horse stable in that area, within 1/2 hour of walking, that charged $1.50 per hour to rent these old plugs. But us kids would rent a horse for 2 hrs once a month. With minimum wage being $2.40 hr that 3 bucks was a lotta money then. My family didn't get minimum wage tho just using it for reference. So we all knew how to ride, there were 4 of us kids who did this. We got to take the horses without a guide because my generation were not candy-asses who did not need babysitting. We got to pick what horses we wanted and off to play pioneer, or cowboys, etc. Oh I loved it. My sister actually owned horses, and when I lived with here it was mucho fun. She had an Appaloosa named girl, who I loved and she lost her 1 eye to cancer and gradually got moon blindness and went blind. That was when I realized I had a 'talent' for caring for the blind, sick and lame. Sure wish I had a picture of me with her. Horses are so cool.I got to sneak off today for some horseback riding with a friend.. we went to her ranch in the next town over and got on some cypress bayou frontage. Beautiful day. We ran across some wild pigs and spotted a nice bald eagle nest though the residents were disappointingly absent:-(
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