My life has been long and varied!  From that of a kid wanting a horse more than anything else in  the whole world, to that of an old man preferring blue jeans with a cowboy hat over a suit and tie!  ...By the fourth grade my wish for a horse came true!   My dad bought me an Oklahoma Indian pony. I named him "Pozo", after Tonto’s horse.  (Do you remember that faithful friend of the Lone Ranger?)  And then in the years that followed, my dad purchased other horses…"Babe", "Dolly", "Scout", "Ranger", "Queenie", "Chico", "Tarzan" to name a few.  When I grew up, if I ever did, I had an opportunity to go to the to the Pecos Wilderness in New Mexico for a real wilderness camp out in the “High country”.  I did it, and I was hooked!  Very few things in my life have I enjoyed more than those camping experiences!  I have no idea why I say I have enjoyed horses so much.  I have been kicked by them, and bitten, thrown from, rolled on, drug by, crushed, and stepped on by horses.  While I have been injured by motorcycles going down with me, those were accidents.   Mostly, the horses did it to me on purpose!  My first trip to the wilderness area was with Jim Bell when we accompanied a group of some 10 men from a Baptist church in Albuquerque.  They made the three day campouts an "Annual Affair".  Here are some of the pictures from the wilderness area campouts.