The trail is narrow, I look behind me and see my mom and brother staring at the canyon in awe. As I reach for the reigns of Eddy my paint-pot horse, click-clack click-clack click-clack, I inhale a deep breath of the fresh, clear mountain air. Sweet, aromatic. Montana; this is my home. Not home in the concrete sense of the word, home in the a-b-s-t-r-a-c-t form. My heart feels full, I am content. I shift my weight back as my horse climbs the steep trail almost telepathically. I can hear rushing water (shhhhshhhhshhhshhh) getting louder as our journey continues onward. Hours ------------(feel like)--------> minutes as we approach our destination, Ouzel Falls. It has been years since I have ridden this trail and I love it. I can feel the energizing mist from the powerful waterfall, the beads of water dancing, nourishing the surrounding greenery. I ride Eddy to a tree and secure his reigns and bridal so he can feast on the GREEN vitamin rich moss growing on the riverbank. I call my mother and brother to do the same when I notice a black bear across the river feasting on the moist boysenberries. I stand there in awe, not sure whether I should reach for my camera or use my eyes.
