They went skiing and ice-skating, went to the movies, and out to dinner a time or two. They went off on the snowmobiles again, this time headed west toward the Rocky Mountains. The views were spectacular, but he was careful not to go too far up as there was always the danger of an avalanche, especially with the severe storm they’d just had. The rumble of five machines could easily set one off, and he loved his girls too much to risk it. They enjoyed the snow and the simple country life he led. He could only hope that they’d stay to see it in the summer. He’d love to teach them to ride and take them riding across the fields. “Have any of you girls ever ridden a horse?” he asked as they tromped inside from their first foray into downhill skiing. “Not since we got too big for pony rides,” said Abby. “Then I reckon it’s time you learned. We’ll begin lessons tomorrow if you’re in agreement.” “Oh, Cam. I’d love to learn to ride, but the horses are so big. I’d be terrified,”
