A never Ending Path.

This morning I met a man a man wearing a colorful serape around his shoulders. He was behind me but I knew he was on horseback because of the soft clop clop of the animal's hooves on the sandy path. When he passed me he nodded politely. I assumed he was a Mexican from the nearby town of Lockport. The Mexicans who live there have small rodeos nearly every weekend in the summer. I went to see one some years ago, and was surprised to see rhe beautiful horses and the skillful riders. They are a people who treat their children and their horses well.