|The little green dot at the top of the hill is Gesa & Paco.|
Today's ride was uneventful and unexceptional, except in that it was perfect (well, ok, I will admit to slightly windburned cheeks and mildly uncomfortable chafing in an unmentionable location due to a poor pairing of undergarment + winter tights). Gesa and I loaded up after the horses all got their feet trimmed (except Rhio who is still shod), and trailered the brief distance to our favorite local spot. We had about an hour and a half of daylight left, so set off on our normal route up & down the rolling hills of the snowmobile trail. Both boys seemed a little pokey to begin, and we allowed them to take it easy while we chatted. With all the leaves off the trees, the trail looks wider and the landscape appears almost foreign. Around a bend, we met a bird hunter with a pretty little Vizsla dog (who was stunned by our appearance on the trail, froze, then whipped around to join his person, and thence commenced barking from the safety of Dad's embrace), and after that the horses seemed energized and we continued along at a nice pace to the bridge, our turn around place.
|Headed for home. I always ask Rhio to cross the bridge before we turn around.|
|Working our way up.|
|Not quite to the top yet!|
|I guess my grin says it all.|
Tomorrow is Red's turn!