A Morning to Remember

As the sun began to rise over the Texas horizon, my husband and I found ourselves in the charming town of Crowley, ready to embark on a new adventure. The Texan Trek was calling our names, and the promise of a one-hour horseback ride through the scenic Texas landscape was too enticing to resist. As a retired teacher with a love for the open road, I often find myself drawn to experiences that connect me with the land and its history. This trail ride was no exception.

Our guide, Donna, was a delightful presence from the moment we met her. She had trailered the horses to the park and had them groomed and ready to go well before our arrival. Her attention to detail and warm demeanor set the tone for what would be an unforgettable morning. As we signed our waivers and mounted our horses, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the road trips of my youth, when my family and I would explore the hidden gems of America.

The Ride Through Nature’s Canvas

The trail ride began promptly, and as we set off, I was immediately struck by the beauty of the Texas backcountry. The landscape unfolded before us like a living painting, with open meadows, wooded areas, and a serene lake that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. Donna’s expertise as a guide was evident as she led us through the trails, sharing stories of the land and its wildlife.

We were fortunate to be the first ride out for the day, and the early start rewarded us with sightings of deer and a flock of turkeys. The horses, well-behaved and gentle, carried us through the terrain with ease, allowing us to fully immerse ourselves in the experience. As we walked and trotted along the trails, I felt a deep connection to the land, a reminder of the countless miles I’ve traveled across America’s highways, always in search of the next adventure.

Reflections on the Open Road

As our ride came to an end, I found myself reflecting on the journey and the memories it had stirred within me. The Texan Trek was more than just a trail ride; it was a reminder of the simple joys of exploration and the beauty of the natural world. Donna’s willingness to start an hour early so we could catch our flight was a testament to the hospitality and kindness that I’ve come to associate with small-town America.

This experience in Crowley was a beautiful addition to my collection of road trip memories, a testament to the enduring allure of the open road and the hidden treasures it holds. As I continue to travel with my husband in our RV, I am reminded of the importance of slowing down, embracing the journey, and cherishing the moments that make life truly special. Until the next adventure, dear readers, may your travels be filled with wonder and discovery.