Okay, I'm not but my sister WAS a brownie. Not the kind you eat but the Girl Scout kind. That meant yummy Girl Scout cookies each year. Another thing it meant was Trefoil camp. I think Jenny went at least a couple of times to ride horses, make crafts, learn how to sell girl scout cookies, and how to be the best wife (and sister). On my ride Saturday, I rode up South Fork to the end where the ranch is. I love my sister so much and cannot imagine how I would have made it through all of this without her. So this post is for her to remind her of the wonderful memories she had at Trefoil.