I was 24 and the horse was Sonny, my then coming 11 Arab/Saddlebred that I raised & trained from birth, under the watchful eye of my grandfather.
Sonny was my toughest ever trail horse. We slid down power lines, river banks, and swam rivers in the Allegheny National Forest.
I didn’t put a saddle on his back until the summer of this photo, and only because I couldn’t get on organized rides bareback, back then. Sonny was a big motored horse but not a mean bone in him.
I laid him to rest when he was 29 and I was 42. That. Was. Pretty. Rough.
EDITED TO ADD: I thought I was fat in this foto — I should still be that “fat”
I'd guess I was around 21 yrs old when this photo was taken, I'd had gone camping on the beach (in sleeping bags under the trees) with a friend and we woke up to camels walking past us (freaked us out that we might get stepped on). It makes me smile to see that I had a hand hidden behind the water canteen, that was because I'd begged my parents to pay for contact lenses for me, but then I found it was less hassle to wear my glasses - so I'd hide the glasses in pictures so my parents wouldn't find out I'd wasted their money.
I'm back row, center. That's my older brother on my left (your right).
Except the dude with the glasses, the rest are cousins, one of whom is named Vinny.
My cousin Vinny is the guy in the doofy shorts making a doofy face.
I was about 24, I guess. I forget what the party was about, but does it matter?