March 27, 2008
He Could Have Reached Out And Touched Me But He Didn't See Me At All.
At the Sunset Ranch in Beachwood Canyon.
On our horses, Rebel and Ruby.
Things were looking good high up in the Hollywood Hills.
Nice tooth! Also, we had to wear these helmets, and every other cowboy/cowgirl/cow person we rode by was helmetless. We were clearly horse renters and beginners.
The ride starts at the top of Beachwood, and then you ride over the hill into the Valley.
Also, even though it's called a 'private ride', you have a guide. That means you can't really go nuts and gallop all over the place.
So walking is cool, but both of us wanted to run, to go nuts.
Entering Burbank.
Crossing the LA River on horseback. The way of the Ancients.
Sweet.
Our guide, Karen, drops us off for dinner. It was nearly a two hour ride to get there.
Flag of Mexico?
Two thumbs down on the food, two thumbs way up on atmosphere. (Atmos)
So then you saddle back up and do the same ride back, and it's in the dark, so it's a whole new kind of exciting!
Tunnel under the 134 freeway.
Two things. The view was endlessly indredible, and as we approached the four hour mark my ass felt totally destroyed.
Mere moments after Jenna's horse tried to buck her off.
Sleeping.
At the end we got to feed our trusty steeds many carrots.
"Wanna watch him roll around in the dirt?"
And this little doggie buddy walks you to your car! Sunset Ranch in Hollywood. If you live here, do the damn thing.
And a reminder, tonight at Hope, our first major opening, 'Tableau Ya Mind' by Sumi Ink Club. I am so, so excited. And also, today I have seven years stone sober. Figure that one out.
Posted by Cali at March 27, 2008 10:49 AM