It's a time of life to ride along the valley. How strange that feels after years amidst mountains. But I never found an ordinary job to do in the mountains. Life oscillated between adventure and raw struggle for survival, casting thoughtfulness and reflection into the long grass. Literally and metaphorically there is little long grass in this valley.
Riding across the threadbare fabric of land prepared for new growth I have just two of us to consider: Brena and me. No string of horses, no guests. After closing my trail riding business it took a while to get used to riding alone. It's true that Brena and I enjoy a little company. But it's also a relief to ride with people who can look after themselves, and occasionally help me too. Equestrian guiding was hard and often thankless work.
The profession of guide is - or should be - a vocation. I still do my share of guiding at work. Once again riding is purely a leisure activity. I like it that way: being paid properly for guiding colleagues through engineering work (for equestrian work pays badly). And enjoying leisure riding.