Copyright 2012 Lyn
The horse followed a narrow trail that spiraled up the mountain. Spotlights had been strategically placed in the snow, lighting the path without detracting from the magical ambience. The trail grew ever steeper, and suddenly they were in a small clearing. Michael pulled back the reins, and Ginger immediately came to a halt.
Kat gasped. “Oh, my God, Michael. It’s incredible.”