Seven years ago *I think it was*, a man on horseback rode up to our front door and scared the livin' daylights outa me.
Turns out, he's one of the most interesting people we've ever met.
He lives about 45 miles south of us and had taken vacation time to travel north to Dodge City on horseback. It was his dream. That was seven years ago.
He camps out at a different home each night he travels. We are so glad he stopped at our place 7 years ago...and nearly every year since then. Each time he stops, our family has gotten bigger, and he wants to know all about the kids. He won't come inside, and he is completely self-sufficient. But he will sit outside and talk for hours before sleeping in the corral with his trusty travel mates.
We've been wondering where he's been the last 3 years. Turns out he traveled all the way to Washington, graduated from a horse school and traveled back home.
This time he's sold his home, and he's heading north with his dog, his donkey and two horses. He's not sure he'll be back in these parts.
It just seemed like a final farewell as he left this morning...at least this side of heaven.He's a little camera shy, but he always has time to pose with some kiddos!
Happy trails, Cowboy. Till we meet again!