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March 27, 2010

Cowgirls and the Boots They Wear

One day, while idling away a long evening on Twitter and simultaneously shopping for boots I made a simple comment “I do not need another pair of boots.” Instantly, all cowgirls worldwide perked their ears and thronged to my internet doorway. Soon, mere strangers became friends, all of a bootaholic nature. Sharing our favorite brands along where to get the best buy on boots and generally joking and enabling all fellow bootaholics along a leather-soled path. Cowgirl friend Laurie and I rounded up the herd and formed a page on Facebook where we could post pictures and stories. Where there was once one lonely cowgirl on a dark winter evening – there are now over 530 friends and the numbers grow daily.

Upon this page, we ooh and ah over photos of each other’s “bootage,” share music and poetry and stories of where our boots have taken us and the friends and horses that share our lives. We’re self professed enablers in all our glory of the next boot purchase. It has been said, “One never has too many boots.” (A statement which is quickly followed by “Look at the new boots I just bought!”) Whether it’s fulfilling needs of the soul or needs of the SOLE, we should have bought stock in boot companies as sales have made an astounding jump in the past few weeks!

Some cowgals shyly post only one pair of boots while others ‘come out of the closet’ and proudly lines up all the boots she owns to fill the picture frame. Artistically minded cowgirls seek new ways of photographing leather-clad feet – some adorned with blingy spurs and some inside stirrups, cute puppies sleeping inside boots, on hay bales, under horse noses and alongside their equine partner’s hooves. Red boots under a white wedding dress received rave reviews and vintage boots were awed over.

This goes to prove that cowgirls are our allies. They are born of a special group – a sisterhood united by their common love of the horse and all of the paraphernalia that comes along with it. Cowgirls are proud, supportive, independent and self sufficient. Cowgirls are strong of heart, soul, body and mind. Cowgirls will back each other up in time of need and hold each other when they fall. They will laugh with you and at you when you do stupid things (in the nicest possible way of course!). They will cry with you and make you laugh when all you really want to do is cry. And should you want to buy a new horse or a new pair of boots, they will throng to your door and cheer you along the way.

Hold up your boots and toast them with pride – whether they are classy dancing boots or mucky barn boots because no matter what brand or condition – they serve us well on our journey of life! Join our little group on Facebook called “Cowgirls and the Boots They Wear” and follow our Boot Adventure. And hopefully at some time in the near future, we’ll all meet under a glorious sunset to sing and dance and share our tales of the boots we wear and the journeys on which they have taken us.

March 1, 2010

Snowshoeing 101

Spring fever hit me early this year but I wasn’t the only one who fell prey to this disease. A robin dared show his beak in my yard the last day of February…when the snow was still up to 3 feet deep in the shelterbelts and fields. I’m sure he was wondering what he was doing in North Dakota along with the rest of us!

It was on this day I gave into winter once again and strapped on my snowshoes. Last year was my first experience at this “feat” of strapping huge clown shoes onto your feet, and a clown miraculously appeared in the form of Dawn, who had no clue as to how to get around on the darn things. Too proud to ask questions and too dumb to research the process on-line, I set out with grim determination on my shoulders. My first trek should have been followed by a film crew as I would have surely won the big prize in American’s Funniest Home Videos.

On this first endeavor I quickly learned a lot of Do’s and Don’ts. The first being: Do use ski poles for balance or wear long gloves. Balance has always been an issue and I quickly found out that wearing snowshoes put my balance to an extreme test. I happily trekked off behind my house through the deep snow until I took one brief misstep. Milliseconds later, I found myself armpit deep on my side floundering in the snow. Arising from my tomb was an entirely new and interesting maneuver but soon I was on my way again shaking snow out of my sleeves.

Stubborn determination and eternal optimism lead me to my next blunder. Don’t try to walk down a steep hill on your first walk or you will soon be “snowshoeskiing” at a rapid rate. Also, don’t forget to wear bib snowpants or as you are sliding on your butt downhill you will find snow in regions meant for much warmer hospitable treatment!

No one was watching this sideshow so I shook out the snowballs and stubbornly continued along my way…leading me to another don’t! Never, ever try to follow a deer trail through a cattail patch. Deer are much narrower in body and foot path than humans with huge boards strapped to their feet and at some point you are going to tangle said snowshoes in cattails and end upside down once again. No one told me the snow and cattails could be so deep right off the path. Nor did anyone tell me that it is nearly impossible to get yourself back upright when your feet are still way up there on the deer path and your body way down there deep in a soft bed of snowy fuzz.

Feeling much like a turtle stuck on its back with my feet the only part of my body still high upon the deer trail, I grabbed at the cattails to pull myself back up. This only produced clouds of fuzz rising high in the air much like the smoke signal I needed to send out for help. The thought of being found in this position in the spring along with the words “I’ve fallen and can’t get up!” sent me into hysterical laughter which was quickly choked off by the cloud of cattail fuzz raining down and entering my nostrils and lungs. After much huffing and hacking and sneezing and grunting, I finally emerged more or less intact (except for my dignity) and sporting a snazzy new coat of white.

Of course, what goes down must come back up and I quickly learned what the term “uphill battle” means along with don’t grab onto branches to pull yourself uphill unless you first check to see if they are alive. Dead branches easily break and are only useful for stabbing the offending snow and hillsides with frustration. Switchbacks quickly became my friend that day!

A sucker for punishment, I have since made many treks out onto the frozen tundra with webbed boards strapped to my feet. I’ve even come to enjoy this fine sport which takes me where no horse can go in the wintertime. Ski poles now balance me and smaller snowshoes better suited for brush and cattails and equipped with crampon-type claws for better traction up and downhill adorn my feet. My camera is now my companion and most of the time, I keep it safe from plunges into the deep snow. I capture flashes of red and gold as pheasants flush and deer as they snort and stomp, then run at my intrusion into their winter wonderland leaving behind gleaming white antlers shed in preparation for the spring to come.

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