Horseback riding

Although it's not even noon yet I've had more adventure in this short time than there have been hours. I just met Elvis.  I guess he's not dead after all.  He had a lot to say in such a short time, but I decided to cut our visit a little short and get back to the business of the day.  Of course came the inaugural questions where are you from.  Canada.  Well maybe you know Jimmy, he's from Ottawa.  Well actually I don't but I know jimmy from telkwa.  So funny how people think.  

Dad is off horseback riding.  He was the first put on a horse, then had to ride around the ring.  Round and around and around until fifty or so people were saddled up.  We were to be picked up at our hotel and ten fifteen.  It's s ten minute drive, by the time he was headed down the trail, it was about 11:15.  Thought they would never get on their way.  

There was a chick from our hotel that came on the bus with so much bling I thought there was no way she'd be going horseback riding but oh yes she was.  Only by the time she was on horseback, she added glasses.  Pure white shoes with gold buckles, while shorts HUGE earrings the whole nine yards.  I took a picture of her and I hoe it worked out.  I waited til she was close to dad so she wouldn't know I was actually taking her picture.

I stayed back because I'm such a chicken.  It's really nice here.  I plan to blog, read my book and get some chill axing done.(silly spell check again).

I'll post some pics here and carry on later.