After moving to San Antonio in 1998, I went on the adventure of a lifetime in West Texas! Big Bend National Park changed my life as I observed the beauty of a wild and vast land where you can look out into miles of forever; still your soul and quiet your heart. I was caught up in the majesty of the land and swept up into a life with horses. In 2008, I moved to the Hill Country, Bandera, and its western lifestyle.
My grandma always tells me I'm just a wanderer, kinda gypsy, like her
Cherokee father. I guess the native blood is where I get my love for ponies too! Came to Bandera to build saddles, and prowl cattle after a stint in Montana.
Love it here!
The life of a cowgirl will always be a part of me. At 70, I’m retired, yet I still ride; just not long cold cattle drives or rank horses any longer! Old cowgirls; we still have our memories of the campfires, smell of leather and our many stories. Never, will we lose the cowgirl spirit!
The connection I have with my horses, and the land that supports us, provides me with an enormous amount of peace and contentment. A rich culture abounds in the Hill Country, Bandera, and it is my goal for “us” as teammates to help preserve a small piece of this history.
The love of all things western has loudly called to me since first hearing the songs of Tanya Tucker and Loretta Lynn on my way to college. I discovered Texas through country music and was drawn to the simpler lifestyle and open spaces here. The kindness of strangers is the backdrop for all the riding and dancing that I can fit into each grateful day that God provides.
Being a cowgirl is more than living on a spread of land, or owning a horse, it's something much deeper than skin. It is what you are made of, something in your core that makes you follow a set of rules that city folk may not understand. Having a stubbornness and a tenderness at the same time is an attribute of a true cowgirl.
Folks inhale the western that Bandera exhales and this is intoxicating to me. I must have been born western and with the Cowgirl Spirit. As the fifth generation in my family to own horses, I have memories and stories that could fill a book.
It’s not just about the hat, buckle and spurs. The life of a cowgirl is a calling that allows the heart and soul to shine through after a long day of work.
Since the age of three, I have been actively pursuing the cowgirl life. With the exception of a few years spent in Florida, I have called Bandera home for most of my life. I might have been taken out of Texas, but Texas was never taken out of me!
Raised in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, the spirit of the West is part of who I am and still calls to me today. The glory of nature provides me joy, and the cowboy way; character, heart and sense of freedom, guides and inspires me.
A Texan to the core, the cowgirl lifestyle has always been a part of my being and makes me who I am today. This way of life can’t be bought but is something you were born with. Living in Bandera allows me to embrace the true cowgirl within my soul.
Cowgirls of the wild west were pioneers, farmers, and cowpokes, just like the men. I was born into this lifestyle and it defines who I am today. Whether it is loading hay, tending to my horse or mending broken stalls and fences, I lay down my head each night thankful for the exhaustion and satisfaction that I made a difference.
There is a place in life for everyone. Mine is where Mother Nature rules, and my work buddy has 4 legs and a pair of big gentle eyes that talks to your heart. Rain or shine, the days are long and hands are sore, but you never work, you live, feel, love. This wasn’t always my life, I was guided to the path, saw it, and chose it.
I don’t really do hair, makeup or nails. There is no need for it with the job I do. My life consists of rough rides, beat-up pickup trucks, broken fences and my hidden, rustic ranch with no cell phone or internet. My spirit and soul are fed each day as I watch the sunrise and say a prayer of thanks. My nights end the same; as I finish my last ride under the sunset.
As a young girl, Texas called to me because that is where I believed most cowgirls lived. When the city got too crowded, I packed my bags, shipped my horses and headed for the Hills of Bandera, a place I knew I belonged and where the stars shine brightly in the night sky.