Noth'n like the Feel'n of Ride'n a Fine Horse by Bob Coronato
“It’s already October and a long dry summer is coming to an end with cool wind blowing over the powdered ground. On this day I get up at three a.m. and load up the outfit (truck) with my saddle, chinks, spurs and my trusty Carhartt jacket. I head out on the frosty morning down a dark, lonely road past Devil’s Tower.
I leave Hulett, population 429, to head to an even more remote section of Wyoming. I can hardly keep my eyes open as I drive over the endless dirt
roads, listening to Neil Young. As the song sets the mood in the darkness I can almost feel a sense of nostalgia for what I’m doing and where I’m going. It seems in just a few years this day may just be a story and a memory because this part of the country is changing fast."