Tillis Hills is always a great start to the camping season.  Thursday afternoon the rigs steadily pulled into the area for horse and tack drop off.  Those of us who were lucky enough to arrive early in the day on Thursday were fortunate to enjoy a temperate evening ride through the scattered oak and pine tree forest.  Trinda and I arrived back to base camp only to find my cell phone full of messages.  Upon calling home, my husband informed me that my six pound Chihuahua “Casper” had escaped his caretaker and made a mad dash for the streets of Fort Myers. He was lost and nowhere to be found.  I then commandeered Trinda’s Dodge 3500 and drove home to reunite with my little runaway.  My efforts proved fruitful and at 9:30am, the following morning Casper was found with not a scratch on him.  Not wanting to waste any precious riding time, I jumped into the truck and headed back.  Upon my return, I was greeted with a crisp glass of chardonnay and cheese and crackers before another beautiful evening ride. 

The rest of the weekend went remarkably well for most.  Saturday night we all had a great time story telling and gossiping over our traditional potluck dinner.  There was an eclectic mix of entrees and desserts brought by everyone.  We enjoyed our meal hosted at Mary’s “grand” new trailer instead of the clubhouse due to a beautiful wedding celebrated earlier in the day and was continuing on into the evening. 

Sunday’s final ride was just as beautiful as the first.  We had a great group of adventurous women including our two newest members Carla and Joan.  Carla’s husband Bob was along for the ride in their brand new “tour” bus.  He seemed very content being a horse widower and offering his help when needed.

I am seriously looking forward to an eventful, joyous, and harmonious Caloosa Saddle Club riding season.

P.S.

I believe I counted a majority of gaited horses on this trip!