I’ve never been a cowgirl… yes, I went to horse camp and I rode horses growing up. I have cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, but I’ve never been a cowgirl. But for twenty minutes one Monday afternoon as I was driving down a two-lane road in Eastern Oregon I got to feel like I was herding a drove of cattle to their winter pasture. I got to feel like a cowgirl. Giddyup and get along little doggies!
Earlier this week my mind wandered in two directions. After working for twelve days straight and hitting sixteen hours of work in one day I was starting to think about time away… can you blame me?
So my mind wandered to discussions I had back in July with Lee, Tricia and Cyd as were leaving the Rahr Ranch in Montana that we should organize a girls weekend in the fall, maybe the pine-scented air of central Oregon or maybe the ocean-misted air of the Oregon coast. The best laid plans just got swept up in all of our busy schedules and so nothing had been set. I was wishing it had.
Soon after I had this strange, but vivid image of me in a cozy cabin on a mountain surrounded by snow. I’m not even a winter girl, but the image seemed so real and so rejuvenating. I didn’t think about it again until yesterday morning when I found out I had won a weekend trip for four to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Airfare – paid, Rental car – provided, Beautiful eco-hotel – included, spa appointments – covered, lift tickets – check!
Now the dream is a reality, three of my girlfriends and I are going to Jackson Hole to get pampered on a winter weekend getaway. If you dream it… it will come.
today i got to talk about cultural landscapes. today i got to feel like i was sharing my experience with people who appreciate it. today i got to remember wonderful discussions in my old office at fairsted. today i got to remember going to coffee with amy. today i got to feel passionate.