I miss these beautiful creatures. My time with them has been so sparse, I know I'm not a "horseback rider" or one of those 'horse girls' like some of you are... I don't pretend to be.   But there is something in my heart that feels so alive, bold, confident and happy when I'm riding in Montana... be it in a corral or the mountains. The state itself might have something to do with it, with it's massive mountains, pink skies and miles and miles of terrain, or it might be my family out there and the way they love, live and encourage with so much intensity and passion.   Either way, a little piece in my heart misses it quite often.  And that little piece is a lot like my family out there - loud, enduring and hard to ignore. ; )