As it turned out, we were the only ones scheduled that day and got to spend a delightful afternoon exploring the woods with our very own personal and personable cowboy guide. At one point the subject of music came up in conversation and Will and I mentioned that we enjoyed singing together. Our guide asked us to.. no, INSISTED,  that we sing him a song right there on the trail. Will and I got all ready to show off our voices with a quaint country duet we knew well. Instead of our polished voices shining flawlessly together, out came barely controlled phrases that bumped and wiggled in perfect harmony with only the clopity-clop of our horses hooved steps. Turns out, its not easy to sing (especially in tandem) when you are being jostled about in a hard, unforgiving saddle! We were good sports, however, and powered through our rocky debut. Can I now consider myself a bonified crooning cowgirl? I think so. At least I got to ride off into the sunset...