Here I am with my Dutch warmblood, Tucker, at a schooling show at Come Again Farm in Sheridan, Indiana. Tucker transcended my bad riding to win us a couple of ribbons.
Dreaming of Death
We end where we begin.
I used to have a recurring dream about Soldier's Summit, Utah, a town high in the mountains of Utah where I was born. Though it has been many years, my memory of the dream remains vivid. I am hiking along a road with snowbanks on either side and mountains rising in front of me. Then night falls and it begins to snow. Music is playing, haunting music with bells. Brilliantly lit houses on the mountainside overlook the road, promising warmth and rest, but I can't stop. I must walk all the way to Soldier's Summit before nightfall. Then the lights from the houses fade. Darkness closes around me.