Crazy about Writing? Wild about Horses?
Share this 5-day "Create Yourself Anew" adventure with one special horse in the Wyoming landscape that inspired My Friend Flicka.

May 29-June 3, 2010
$1450.00
All levels of experience welcome.
This retreat is for men and women!
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Testimonial

"Page and Sheri are FABULOUS! I enjoyed all aspects of the Vee Bar Ranch and the Landscape of the Horse... I learned a lot about myself during the week through interaction with Page and Sheri, the group and the horses. It's been a lifetime since I've spent quality time with one horse and in such heavenly surroundings that I must do it again and very soon!" - PJ Campbell, New York, 101 Author Tips
$100 discount if you attended the 2008 or 2009 retreat.
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MAGAZINE FEATURE ABOUT THE RETREAT
The cavalcade came from every direction...
From the east, a cluster of New York City publishing and insurance executives possessing all the grit and humor that the east coast has to offer. From the south sauntered a marketing executive. From the west and northwest came fiction writers, a documentary filmmaker, a special events facilitator, an illustrator, teacher, hypno-therapist, magazine editor and an author espousing the merits of chocolate.
What these women (and a few brave men) had in common was a zest for life, a joie de vivre, and a sense of adventure! Just as their predecessors had over 150 years ago, these were women with strength of character and bravery traversing the great divide in search of a new life experience. We conquered the Wyoming landscape on our steeds of palomino, buckskin, gray and bay set against the backdrop of the ever-changing Wyoming big blue sky.
We rode along a variety of roaring rivers, alongside gallivanting elk and antelope and nesting bald eagles. We felt the sweet swell of the saddle against our thighs, and heard the hearty footfalls of our horse companions against the sometimes-rocky plains. We heard meadowlarks and listened to the wise words of our wranglers. We saw signs of early homesteading, and spotted skulls of fallen wildlife.
We trotted along abandoned railroad tracks, saw remnants of early homesteading, heard stories of gold strikes and tales of logs turned into lumber. What we did not hear was the din of television, nor the cry of the cell phone....
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