So imagine my anxiety when at 8:30 we went looking for the trail riders only to find no trail riders. Well, crap. Zach and I drove up and down the street for 30 minutes, me trying to remain calm and wondering how I am going to get myself out of this, stopping at Shipley's got some donuts, stopped at Starbucks, got Mommy a coffee and finally ended up at the park that faces the street they should come down. I decided to give the riders until 9:15 to show up then. I was still going to work after all. Luckily I met a very nice mom at the park (who, turns out was in one of my Junior League placements) and she said they came through at 9:30 last year.
And sure enough, 9:45 on the dot they were walking past us. We stood with my new friend and a bunch of SAHM moms with their kiddos and waved at the horses and cowboys. I think Zach liked it. He did a lot of waving and saying of "Good morning!"
Watching the port-a-potties bring up the rear