burkphoto wrote:
That makes sense. My niece grew up in Southern Oregon, enthralled with horses and ponies, and competed in jump contests for many years. My sister lived vicariously through her. They lived on a small ranch outside Ashland with a barn and three ponies. I have memories of driving up their access road and seeing my brother-in-law pushing a wheelbarrow full of horse dung in the opposite direction...
That actually sounds heavenly.