The group I go camping > with almost always has a really good caterer. Breakfast is served at 7 > or so (and coffee ready long before that),
jeez penny, you sound like my friend brenda. She has this big fancy rig. I camped with her once and she kept insisting I come sleep inside her fancy rig. During the nite someone who had hauled in with someone else had her horse act colicky so I told her to take my truck and trailer to take her horse home. SO the next morning we get up to ride and I had taken all my tack out but no clothes. So I rode that day on a big ride with lots of people who had never seen me before, wearing capri sleep pants with ruffles and jumping horses print in pink and blue, a tank top with no bra (at my age and weight you can only imagine, my knees were bruised) and no shoes. I bet people are still talking about "that woman from fountain with no bra..." But seriously, I always wanted to RIDE into the middle of nowhere and pack in a camp, spend the night in a little meadow with so much grass the horses would just graze free all nite.... thats the fantasy. The reality would be that I would wake up and my horse would be gone and have my clothes still on his back so I would have to walk back to civilization barefoot with no bra, Janice -- even good horses have bad days sometimes.
