My first summer working at the stables in Graeagle was full of adventures and moments of growth. None so prominent as the ordeal I went through when I decided I really liked being in Graeagle.
It was the middle of July and I had finally gotten in the groove of my new job. I knew every horse’s name, I was starting to enjoy spending time in the little town, and I finally could lead trails without getting lost. Or so I thought.