A few years ago my friend Brett came to visit the farm with his Haflinger, Dolly. We saddled up and went or a ride on the property across the road from me. I had not explored far with Merlin yet (I was still nervous as a new trail rider to venture too far from my home and the safe road), but Brett encouraged me to head up into the mountain. We rode up the big hillside you see me photograph all the time here, the one with the single birch tree and the mountains all around my little property. And just past that view was this dirt road that opened to fields up high, the ones you see pictured here. Fields Found! I will always remember following a good friend on his golden mare, seeing that sunset view of those grassy fields before us, and feeling like the little girl with Mr. Reardon's German Shepherd sneaking into wild backyard. It's a memory that will always stay with me, as exciting and brave as any plane ride to India to this rural heart.
I know the world is big, but so many fields can be found close to home. Find adventure where you are, invite a friend, and break a few rules. You'll be better for it.