Sandhill Stables

If you know me, I might have told you about the time I took riding lessons.  My own horse being a little on the chunky side, had a mind of his own and liked things at a more "slower" pace.  This wasn't good for barrel racing, let me tell you.  ;-)
I was sent out on an assignment at Sandhill Stables and I couldn't be more excited.  This was my old-stomping grounds.  This is where my horse "Pal" was from and where I took riding lessons.  
When I arrived, things didn't look familiar, but the faces did.  It brought me back.  The smell. The atmosphere. Everything.  I felt like I was 8 again.