The Pacific Ocean is clear aqua on some days, tinted in sapphire on others. The sky goes on forever, just like in all the post cards and all the travel brochures. The air is soft, as are the water’s waves. And in this beautiful scene are me and my son, along with Tequila and Lucifer. It’s been many years since we’ve been riding. We’ve talked about it many times, but it’s taken a trip from the cold Canadian Praire winter to the warm sun of Mazatlan to get us back on horses. The wait was worth it. This is heaven.