The temperature never rose above freezing. New-fallen snow lay bright and soft on the ground, with few tracks ahead of us. Sprigs of yellowed Gramma grass, gray-green stalks of Spanish Bayonet, and Pinon trees provided faint color in an otherwise white landscape.

Read how one talented young West Coast rider was in the right place at the right time, and with a bit of luck and LOT of hard work, was able to rise to the top levels in the sport and train with one of the best trainers in the country. Quite an impressive feat! I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from...