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It was the summer, and my dad wanted to treat me to a
vacation like never before. He decided to take me on a trip to the wild, wild west.
We took a plane to Albuquerque, a big city in the state
of New Mexico. We reached Albuquerque in the late afternoon. Uncle Paul, my
dad's friend, picked us up from the airport and drove us up to his ranch in Pecos.
His wife Tina cooked us a delicious dinner and we got
to know his sons Ryan and Kyle. My dad and I spent the night in the guestroom
listening to the crickets, owls, and coyotes. Very early in the morning, uncle Paul
woke us up to have breakfast. "The day starts at dawn on my ranch" he
said. After breakfast, I went to help aunt Tina feed the chickens, while my dad went
with uncle Paul to take the sheep out to graze. I was impressed to see my dad and
uncle Paul riding horses, they looked really cool.
In the afternoon, I asked uncle Paul if I could take a
horse ride, and he said yes, as long as my dad went with me. I wasn't going to take
a horse ride by myself anyway. So, my dad and I put on our new cowboy hats, got on
our horses, and headed slowly towards the mountains. "Don't be late for
supper" uncle Paul cried "and keep to the trail so that you don't get
lost". "OK" my dad cried back. After a while we could hardly
see uncle Paul and his farm house. It was so peaceful and quiet and the colors of
the brown rocks, the deep green pine trees, and the late afternoon sun blended to create a
majestic scene. It looked like a beautiful woven blanket spread out upon the ground
just for us.
Suddenly a little coyote jumped out in front of my
horse and startled him. He was so startled, he took off running faster than I imagined he
could. I was holding on as hard as I could and my dad was trying to keep up with
me. My horse got off the trail and kept running, and only stopped once it reached
the river. It seems the water must have calmed him down a bit. It was a
beautiful spot and as frightened as I was just a few minutes earlier, I was happy that I
got a chance to see such a place.
My dad thought it was gorgeous too, but he said that we
had to leave because the sun was setting and he did not want us to get lost. We had
left the trail and we did not have a compass. The last thing we wanted was to try to find
our way home in the dark. We turned around to start back but the trail was nowhere
in sight. The frightened horse had run so fast and so far that we had no idea where
By now the sun had almost dipped behind the horizon and we had to think fast, so
...looked up at the few stars and saw the
brightest one. We followed it for what seemed to be hours and we got nowhere.
Then we looked up again and saw an even brighter star. As we rode we came to what we
thought was the trail. But we soon found out that it was a trail that old Mexican
Treasure Hunters used that lead to a cave. We entered the cave and there was a
blanket so we tied up our horses and laid down, in the decision to stay there for the
night and leave with a fresh start in the morning. We slept like babies, But when we
got up in the morning we were in pain to our heads and back.
With the start,we were off. We stunk of must
and sweat. We soon found the right trail and came close to getting to uncle Paul's
house. When we were finally there we ate lots of food, then took long warm baths.
Soon after we were on our way back to our home in good ol' Alabama.
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