The Barrel

The day was just screaming for us to go on a ride! It was 75 degrees of beautiful sunshine but if we didn't saddled up in a hurry our sunny day would turn into a sunset. With this being said, we didn't have time to trailer the horses anywhere so we decided to start our ride from where they're kept.

We took them down a cute country road which parallels an irrigation ditch on one side and an orchard on the another. I actually love riding this trail because it is so pretty. It amazes me that one can live in the desert and still have the beauty of orchards tucked away amongst sagebrush.

                                                           
The little ditch bank road ends at the edge of a country town. It took us about an hour to come to the end and with daylight burning I figured we should start heading back but the husband wanted to ride into the town, which happens to house the school where I work as well as a current job site for his business.

I'm glad my horse didn't leave any 'apples'

                                                                                      
After visiting our places of employment he took me to the 'Barrel' for dinner. Such a thoughtful husband as I was getting rather hungry. I've never hear of  the 'Barrel,' this small hick town has only one other restaurant that I knew of but hey, I was game if it meant satisfying my hunger pains. Besides, where else can you ride and leave your horse while you dine? We reached the 'Barrel' and hitched up our horses.

                                                                                            

                                                   
 Then we were greeted by the chef and the rest of the crew. They brought us our dinner cooked fresh off the grill.

                                         




 I was so impressed. Not only with the back door style of dining but the tasty food, pretty flowers and most of all, the friendliness of the staff.

  We had an amazing meal and I hated to eat and ride but it was either that or break out the head lamps for our journey home because night was drawing near. The horses were anxious to get on the road and kicked it into gear but we didn't quite make it. We were a little over half way when the husband called his friend to meet us with our truck and trailer.

To say the least, It was a very happy sight for the horses and a wonderful Friday night date.