Welcome to a land of red sandstone cliffs, rugged caprock canyons, hills covered with tenacious red-berry juniper and ragged mesquite, all interlaced with wandering trails.
Whispers of the past echo through the hills: the Comanche, Comancheros, and cattle baron Charles Goodnight all rode under the same red canyon walls.
We’re in the Texas Panhandle near the quaint town of Quitaque. This small town is reminiscent of the 1950s. Life is slow here, and the town is full of friendly folks.
We walked into the feed store to purchase some supplies for our Missouri Fox Trotter geldings, Cowboy and Nate. A group of old cowboys were sitting around, sipping coffee, jawing about the old days, and bemoaning the price of hay.
One friendly fellow told us about two great riding locations:…
