During our time at Fort Robinson, we caught up with old friends and made a few new ones. If you ever need some inspiration, remind yourself that there were at least three riders over the age of 70, including Carlton, who got up the stomach to sit with us at dinner. The first day was spent riding up and down hills, through water, despite my horse, Beau's, best efforts otherwise, and that night we experienced team penning! Beau had a blast.

Saturday we went on a cattle drive! We all broke off into smaller groups, fanning out behind the 30 or so head of cattle. One group pushed them down and the rest of us (mostly the flatlanders who had stayed on the easy terrain) kept them heading toward the gate and the road. Again, Beau had a blast.

There aren't many ways to top a day like that, but Sunday's breakfast on the bluffs will never let you down. The pancakes were enormous and the ham was smoky good. And the scenery? Oh yeah, breathtaking as always. What a perfect way to spend a morning--and guess who had a blast?