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I WANT MY TFZ!

"Smile" the man said, things could be worse. So I smiled and darned if things didn’t get worse!

Last night somebody decided to challenge BOTH front windows of my truck to a duel with a brick. And guess what? The windows, both of them, lost! And the worst part is they also stole my GPS!

Now, it occurs to me that with shattered glass all over my truck, 60 miles from home and with a major rain storm on the way, I am more upset about the loss of my technology than I am about the damage to the truck! What up with that?

(Bear with me while we cover a bit of not-so-ancient history …)

Not that many years ago when you wanted to send a business letter, you would put two sheets of paper separated by a sheet of carbon paper into a typewriter. Then came the amazing technology of copiers and fax machines. Today, even those are antiques. Everything is electronic; information is transferred at the speed of light via Email and the web. And most people would rather eat glass than be without their cell phones.

So when I realized my GPS had been stolen, my first thought was, “How am I going to find the arena for the show this weekend?” And then it occurred to me… “I’ll ask Cowboy!”

Admittedly, I am geographically challenged. I have never understood how reiners and jumpers can remember those complex patterns. That’s why I like barrels… three turns and home!

Think about it! If I’m out on trail and I get lost, all I have to do is give Cowboy free rein and he heads home, even in the dark! No muss, no fuss, no bother. I need high-technology and a constellation of satellites to find my way and all Cowboy needs is his instincts. It does give us pause.

Horses are a welcome antidote to technology. Although technology certainly plays a part in better equipment and health for our horses, it is not a central theme. My Sharon Camarillo saddle is still made by hand with the same leather used 150 years ago. Cowboy still likes his plain sweet iron bit and my favorite reins are butter soft oiled leather just like the old days. When we ride, we don’t worry about speed limits or MPG. We carry our cell phone for emergencies but turn off the ringer. We don’t worry about dropped calls. On trail, Cowboy and I form our very own TFZ (Technology-Free-Zone). And it is a wonderful thing.

Escaping to our TFZ is calm, cool, and refreshing. It is a chance to relax and chat with Linda and sometimes with Cowboy. Come on, admit it, you talk to your horse when nobody is around, don’t deny it. And why not? You talk to your friends every day! On the other hand, how often do you talk to your car?