I am not a vain person, but there's one picture of myself that I look at again and again. I'm smiling broadly and one arm is wrapped easily under the irresistible chin of King, the charmingly neurotic, Chivas-colored gelding I'd spent the morning riding up and down the silent, sloping hills of the Montana Rockies. To me, this picture is far more than a lovely vacation memory. It's an image of how I'd like to look and feel every single day. And it all happened at Triple Creek Ranch.