Saddle Sisterhood- Hitting the Trails Together.

Saddle Sisters…Saddle what? I would like you to meet the most amazing group of ladies I have been riding the trail of life with for some time now. We have know each other for years and one day decided it was time to saddle up and ride the dusty trails… together.

We are a handful of horse loving friends who decided to get together and ride once a week. At first the set schedule, every Tuesday, was sheer enchantment. But over the years jobs and grandkids seemed to ride herd on us grandmas and now we are lucky to ride all together twice a season. Two or three of us might snatch a horse out of the field, toss on a saddle and meet up here and there, but our schedules seem to clash all too often like two jousting opponents.

However, there is one occasion we boot stomp’n ladies manage to keep sacred and that is one another’s birthdays. Here and there we are able to ride on at least one of our birthdays. Mine happens to be in April and torrential rain usually tends to put a damper on any equine festivities, but this year we were able to sneak in rides on two age-defying days.

One was last month, a beautiful August evening. We rode on the beach along the Columbia River and angled around to ride on top of a knoll overlooking the same glistening waters. Yesterday, we were able to have breakfast for a sister birthday and rode up a hill overlooking yet another stretch of the lazy, meandering Columbia River.

Here in Eastern Washington, the beauty glides for miles staggering pine, fir and fields of tall grass and wildflowers. At first, riding our four-legged friends was the most important concern of our body of sisters. Now, 10 years or more later, the heart of our sisterhood has grow to be each other. We may not always get to ride, but we always make time for fellowship.

Our club shirts identify us, but our love for one another bond us as tight as the stitches on our cowgirl boots. Our time together whether spend in the saddle or around the kitchen table is what keeps us collective. And together we will stay in the saddle at least one birthday at a time.