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Ain't you never seen a bunch of city slickers before? 
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When it seemed the weekend couldn't get any better, I found myself outside of Raymondsville, MO, riding horses with a few friends. Golden Hills has acres upon acres of land, with so many interconnecting trails it made my head spin. Thru forest, fields, and dry creek beds we rode, eight hours in total. I'd write more detail now but I'm exhausted from the long day and from recounting the trip several times already. If you're interested, ask me and I'll talk, but for now I'll go to bed like Margerie, dreaming of horses (note the subtle CC reference).