This was probably before your time. No matter, I’m sure you’ve heard of Roy Rogers, the singing cowboy.
Well, what about the lady that rode beside him on her buckskin Buttermilk?
So, here we are trudging down our trails, some happy, some blue, but it’s the way you ride the trail that counts. Our trail was easy to ride this weekend. We took a trip to Florence and Newport Beach, Oregon.
I supported the arts in Florence by buying a print. I liked looking at this tiger so much I had to bring it home with me. It's a watercolor titled Mr. Tiger by Lora Zombie.
And then around the corner we ran into a lady pirate--not real. Good sculpture.
At Nye beach, we watched kids in a kayak, and a golden retriever dog swimming across a small channel. There was a man on one bank and the kids on the other, and they would throw sticks, and I don’t know how many times that dog swam across that water way. He would pop out of the water shake, splatter water on the people then jump back in. He was on a happy trail.