This oil painting is based on a sketch from my journal, describing a hair-raising ride. I'd walked from the cabin to bring the horses in, when a thunderstorm blew up -- Wyoming's weather can change quickly. I managed to mount my mare Candy before the horses took off at a gallop, racing toward the cabin. Without saddle or bridle, I managed to stay on as we raced up the two-track, down the steep draw, across the creek and up the other side. I was thrilled and scared at the same time! Being on a horse in a lightning storm is very dangerous. Candy galloped so fast toward the corral that I feared she was going to jump it, so Iyelled, "WHOA!" forgetting that Candy had been trained for reining competitions, in which the horse, at a sharp "Whoa!" slams on its brakes to a sliding stop. That would've thrown me off over the horse's head, but luckily Candy seemed to know better and slowed to a gentle halt. Whew! What a ride!