This is my Missouri. I don't think there could be a more convenient area than mine for horseback riding. I own the back roads I ride on, except for the occasional pickup or tractor driven by a farmer. And if I REALLY want solitude, it's only about a mile to the river bottom, where nobody lives, and the only people you might see are farmers inspecting their crops, or, a couple of times, youngsters racing their noisy four-wheelers... but they are quickly gone. I spent years thinking I wanted to live in Colorado's Rocky Mountains, but I've come to my senses since I got Blue: I've finally realized there's just as much beauty here as in the mountains; it's just a different kind of beauty. I'm starting to see a stark beauty in a dead tree left standing,
or an old deserted house, like this one down by the river.
I'll still visit Colorado when I can, but I believe I'll keep Missouri as my home.
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