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 we
were. By now the sun had almost dipped behind the horizon and we had to think fast, so
we...
