Sunday, I was driving in the great plains of eastern Colorado about two hours out of Denver when these horses caught my eye. Although I've seen thousands like them, for some reason, I put on the brakes, pulled my car over to the side of the Interstate, grabbed my camera and ran down to the wind swept field where they were grazing. It was a great photo op and I was completely lost in the fun of it all. They came over we played for a while.
About ten minutes later, I turned to hike back and suddenly saw the famous flashing lights behind my car and a highway patrolman standing way up there peering down at me. At least he couldn't arrest me for speeding.
I rushed back up the hill, prepared to be chastised for leaving my car unattended. When I got within shouting distance, the patrolman was smiling at me, much to my surprise, and asked if I was okay.
"Oh yes sir," I assured him. "Just thought those horses were fine looking and that I'd run down and take some photos." He said he'd stopped to watch and make sure I didn't need anything.
We chatted a few minutes and then kindly wished each other a good day. I hopped back in my car and was on my way.
Now that's the way I like meeting a state trooper!
Loved this great, old car that passed me soon after, going ninety miles and hour!