Wild Horses? You Couldn't Drag Me Away

A trip to northwestern Colorado, where "hey!" really IS for horses. WRITTEN and ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE

MY WIFE AND I HAVE BEEN MARRIED for a long time. “Last century” doesn’t even begin to tell the tale. Heck, I can’t even remember who was President on that day of days. I do remember that when I took a shower before the ceremony, I stepped into the warm stream of water and thought I was having a stroke, because my vision suddenly went blurry. Inconvenient for my brain to explode on my wedding day! Turns out that, after I had removed my clothes, I neglected to take off my glasses before showering.

I guess I was preoccupied. Marriage is a big deal!

As I know from having experienced it for the better part of four decades. We were in a celebratory mood for this one, and nothing says “celebrate” like the Wild Horse Refuge, north of Maybell, Colorado. I won’t write too much more about that, here; my friends at Colorado Life magazine have given me an assignment to write about it, so I better avoid the spoiler alerts.

But as far as I know, they won’t be running any of my drawings of this adventu…