On the trail, when it reins, it pours

Jockeying up for the opportunity to ride with the John Wayne Pioneer Riders and Wagons last week excited me.

I left home early in the morning, encountering the sweet smell of stables, wet fur and dirt. It was a drastic change from what I was used to smelling while in college in the "Motor City."

The rain, however heavy, didn't phase me. That is, until the ground began to flood and I realized I could no longer tell if my Michael Kors rain boots were now filling with water or a mixture of water and horse urine.

The Tekoa campsite where the riders and horses stayed was flooding. That didn't seem...