I got to join a couple of our (70+ years young) guests for a ride today. These sisters (they are regulars here at the lodge) have been telling us for quite a while that they were going riding here in the fall, and today they made it. So four of us ambled out to see the aspens in their full glory; the wrangler, followed by "Sister C", "Sister B" and me, bareback on Jesse. About a half hour into the ride, Sister B informed Sister C that her horse was kicking up too much dust, causing Sister B's horse to cough. The reply? That sweet old gal turned around and said "Tough sh*t!" Now our 'slightly older than the usual' wrangler was just turning around in his saddle to say something when this popped out. The look on his face was priceless. He was laughing so hard he could hardly stay mounted. When he regained speech, his reply was, "I love you ladies. Where have you been all my life?" The ride only got better from there...and the aspens were beautiful, too. I did miss Bill's lovely rendition of country singing. However, Sister B serenaded us nicely, since the wrangler was never forthcoming with the promised song-fest.