Lost in the Wilderness - Part 1
My mother, Kathy Murch, lives on a small – non-working ranch – unless you count all her work to keep it running – in a New Mexican town called Pi ños Altos. After college, I was lucky enough to spend some time there that changed the way I view life forever. In 1994, I had just graduated from a university in Northern New Jersey and decided to do some traveling. So I put all my belongings in storage, packed my car, and sedated my cat for the three-day journey out West. I was a city mouse, and had spent the last four years living and working in New York City. However, I had had enough of urban life, and was looking forward to the relaxing atmosphere of my mom’s ranch, which is filled with horses, a donkey, dogs, cats, rabbits, chickens, peacocks, and one mean old turkey named Hank Williams. No sooner had my car rolled into her driveway than did my mother, who is an avid equestrian; start making plans for a trail ride bright and early the next morning. By 8 a.m., our caravan...