This is my mom, Connie Weishaar. I took this photo of her last summer when I was home during maternity leave. My parents were right in the middle of breeding season, and riding several miles a day scattering bulls and doctoring. She’s riding Lonesome, a gelding they raised.
When I try to describe what I want this website to be, I think of her. She is, and always has been, a cowgirl. “Cowgirl” to the point that if you asked her if she was, she would smile and say “I don’t know.” To me, a real cowgirl is someone like this. They didn’t even know there is a defiiniton for cowgirl. Anyway, my mom and so many cowgirls like her, represent the only definition of a cowgirl that I can relate to. She wakes up selfless with a toughness that is only understandable if you knew her. Ready for whatever meets her head on. She is humble, like all those like her, not knowing what they “are”, or “are not” capable of. In the end making everything possible.
Great entry!
She makes Lonesome seem like a smooth ride when I know his wheels are square. Can we see some of the beautiful pictures of the area behind her?