The horses This is kind of like a diary entry. Today I am missing my past life in Colorado Springs, Colorado. The air was very fresh there and drier than here in northern Indiana. The winter snow in Colorado is much nicer than here in Indiana as it is drier and fluffier. I miss the atmosphere of Colorado Springs, the atmosphere of health and exercise and the outdoors. It was not unusual to ride public transit (the bus) and happen to talk to someone that had climbed Pikes Peak. Colorado Springs also has nice bike trails. I used to have a mountain bike and loved riding on the Santa Fe trail. I also miss the 2 horses in the corral area on the east side of the house where I lived. I rented a bedroom in that house. The owner of the house was a chiropractor. The horses were named Kanada and Spirit. I was not the owner of these horses, but sometimes fed them when the owners were gone. You could say I was babysat the horses. I even have a fond (yet a little scary) memory of when Spirit escaped the corral. He was in the back yard, then, and I tried to put a rope around his neck to bring him back into the corral. Spirit wasn't happy with the rope and reared up towards me. I quickly ran towards a fence and jumped through it. The fence was made of three horizontal planks of wood. The picture I'll put here shows a similar fence, but the one I jumped through to avoid Spirit and his powerful legs had 3 instead of 2 wooden pieces. Spirit is the darker colored horse in the picture.