Let me begin at, well, the beginning. That was probably
over 20 years ago. My aunt, my mothers sister, Diane,
married and moved to the gorgeous state of Vermont. As a
Morgan horse lover, I always said I would someday visit her, not
only to see her, but to see the land where the Morgan horse
originated. As I got older, got married, had children, I
continued to let her know "someday" I would visit.
Well, that someday finally materialized. I got the opportunity
to visit but not how I had planned. I fulfilled my promise to Diane. I went to Vermont to her memorial service, to pay my respects, to mourn, and spend time with my Uncle and Cousins. But I also knew that this was an opportunity that may never present itself again. Living in Georgia, raising 2 children, not to mention taking care of 26 horses....It is extremely difficult to leave my routine and go north. It was always one of those "one of these days" things that never happened. Until now. So, as I was looking for plane tickets, I thought, why not spend a few extra days and see the wonderful historical areas that were a part of my favorite breed, the Morgan Horse. I may never pass this way again.....
Day 1
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