To the untrained eye, it was a nondescript farm road. Straight half mile of gravel, bordered by woods and farm fields, a preamble to the woods and trails that lay beyond.
On a normal day, it was a corridor of quiet, a place where the rider warmed up her horse before tackling the trails. A transition…Continue
Added by Cindy on November 7, 2011 at 9:21pm — No Comments