What kid growing up in rural Texas didn’t want
to be a cowboy and ride
the Santa Fe Trail? Spending your days on your trusty
horse, driving herds of cattle across the plains, fighting rustlers, and
bedding down at night around a campfire with your comfortable bedroll and the
stars as your ceiling; life couldn’t be better! When I was a bit older, I
learned that sitting on a horse all day could get pretty uncomfortable, those herds
of cattle kicked up billowing clouds of dust, and the desert perfume was
probably manure. I decided I’d rather be a hairdresser.
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| Santa Fe Trail historical plaque |
