My wife Jeanne and I have enjoyed countless hours riding through the aspens around Red River, New Mexico. There is something hypnotic about riding through those constantly quaking leaves. Once, when my youngest son was about seven, his horse spooked and ran away with him. The race was on! We ducked and dodged the aspens for a couple of hundred fast yards before I was able to catch him and grab his reins. I may paint that one day.
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