cowboy ghosts
Sunday, 8 March 2009 19:57I am pretty sure that we saw a ghost today. We went on a hike up to Boney Mountain in the Santa Monica / Pt. Mugu Mountains. It is just stunning with waterfalls, vistas, wildflowers - hard to get to and one more good place to clear your head. Its is also Chumash Indian land and supposedly where they went to do their shamanistic rituals and sent their young on vision quests.
We are climbing up the trail, not seeing very many folks, just enjoying the views, the clean smells of sage and we hear a horse behind us. Not unusual, plenty of riders. This was different. A beautiful palomino, just brushed out and gleaming in the morning sun with a bonafide cowboy astride. Complete with saddlebags, a bowie knife in his pack with the silver handle poking out of his pack. Tall in the saddle with soft leather gloves, long-sleeved cowboy shirt, replete with bandanna around his neck and a lovely cowboy hat. He passed us by, so handsome and TIPPED HIS HAT TO ME.
Now, I am crazy about my husband and not one to stray, but I my heart fluttered. He Tipped His Hat. We watched him go by and later on in the day, several hours later deep in the canyon on our way down, he passed us the other way and did it again. with a smile.
He looked like he was from another time. It was just lovely.
We are climbing up the trail, not seeing very many folks, just enjoying the views, the clean smells of sage and we hear a horse behind us. Not unusual, plenty of riders. This was different. A beautiful palomino, just brushed out and gleaming in the morning sun with a bonafide cowboy astride. Complete with saddlebags, a bowie knife in his pack with the silver handle poking out of his pack. Tall in the saddle with soft leather gloves, long-sleeved cowboy shirt, replete with bandanna around his neck and a lovely cowboy hat. He passed us by, so handsome and TIPPED HIS HAT TO ME.
Now, I am crazy about my husband and not one to stray, but I my heart fluttered. He Tipped His Hat. We watched him go by and later on in the day, several hours later deep in the canyon on our way down, he passed us the other way and did it again. with a smile.
He looked like he was from another time. It was just lovely.