One of the best memories I have with Dad is when he came to CHF (the barn) with me. He had seen me ride before but had never actually seen what happened 'behind the scenes'. It was a hot summer day, and after an unexcepted rain storm, the short barn lesson turned into a long affair. We stayed in the barn, spending time with the horses, me showing him how to do certain things. I had been interested in photography and I wanted photos of me riding. He had brought the camera and by the time we got home, he had taken over 400 photos in the hours we had been at the barn. Some of the photos were taken so closely together time wise that if you clicked through fast enough it was almost a video. After that barn trip, the camera came every time. He helped instill the fact that photos don't cost anything and you are preserving memories.