Somehow we managed to find an outfitter WAY BACK in the Teton Wilderness. That second dirt road was a bear (remember this analogy). We all thought it would be great fun to take a horseback ride through the mountains and wilderness. My rear end begged to differ after a couple of hours in the saddle. All these girls ride bicycles several times a week--I do not--and therefore have no calluses on my rear---JUST SAYING--after all they were not sore!
I laughingly asked for the Old Gray Mare---the horse picker took me serious. Cowboy Carl spent the entire ride yelling at me "LADIES, KEEP UP!" I am back there kicking away at the poor horse and he knows one speed--S L O W. Occasionally he would run up the mountain or creek bank, but most of the trip he saunters along as if we are on a Sunday picnic. Cowboy Carl continues to yell for us (I am holding up several behind me) to catch up. In disgust, I tell Cowboy Carl to TALK TO THE HORSE! My legs look like windmills I am kicking so hard and fast and Dallas (the Kentucky Derby Reject) pays literally no attention.
I am at the mercy of a four legged -mule headed horse. AND THEN, Cowboy Carl tells us we are bear bait back there. These woods are filled with bears (see above notation) and we have been told they are making a last ditch effort at scrounging for the rest of their winter fat buildup. WONDERFUL! Now I am on a horse who refuses to move faster than molasses and there are bears looking for a midnight snack.
It certainly was not my intention to be trailing along so far behind. I do not relish being eaten by a bear, but the alternative of walking does not seem to be wise. Carl continues to yell, and I continue to be at my chosen horse's mercy. When Carl asked, "Who is the boss you or the horse?" I did not even bother to answer--THAT was a silly question! Ironically a few days after we get home, a bear attacks a guide retrieving a game kill in this same area. Thankfully we did not have an elk carcass with us.
The final insult Cowboy Carl threw my way was the horses act like their riders. OUCH! It's true I trail behind the group most of the time, but to be compared to a horse is a little painful. The fact of the matter is I should have chosen my transportation a little wiser before heading off to face the wilderness.
How many times are we guilty of not choosing our companions wisely? How many times are we guilty of bad decisions about who we buddy up with? Why do we allow others to steer us in the path of danger or deceit? How often are we easily swayed and persuaded to head down the wrong roads? The Word instructs us to wisely select our companions or we will suffer harm. Next time I am going to ask for a mule!
Walk with the wise and become wise,
for a companion of fools suffers harm.