My wife Jeanne and I have enjoyed countless hours riding through the aspens in Red River, New Mexico. There's something hypnotizing about riding through those constantly quacking leaves. Once, when my youngest son was about seven, his horse spooked and ran away with him. He and I ducked and dodged the aspens for a couple hundred yards before I was able to catch him and grab his reigns. I may paint that one day.
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