This shitty trail had little to do with horses and cowboys, it was mostly dust, bugs and pesticides. Given what we saw and smelled today if I were you I’d wash my fruits and veggies three times before I’d eat them. Today we saw corporate agra-business at it’s best. I…

A crappier run we could not have had. Sand as deep as quicksand, the smell of dead fish, plus a visitor “Barbie” (what a sissy name, and I thought Texans were tough) from our mother Hash in Houston Texas. The only saving grace was the shitty beer, granny goose dollar…