|Heading out in the late afternoon, as the sun starts to sink behind the ridge.|
|Rhio's already sweating through his dense winter coat and I'm in summer tights and a t-shirt!|
|Checking out some other trail users on a different segment of trail. Without trees, you can see little dots of color and movement all over the ridge as people move along the trail. Rhio is fascinated.|
On the way down, a small girl riding on her dad's shoulders was thrilled to see Rhio and asked if she could pet him. Of course the answer was yes! However, we were on an upper part of a switchback, and they were on the lower, so even though we weren't that far apart, she had to wait for us to come along the switchback and meet up with them. Her eyes lit up with joy, and on her dad's shoulders, she was just the right height to pet Rhio's face and neck. The family's chocolate lab was a little concerned about what this large creature was, so we didn't linger too long. As we walked off down the trail, I heard the girl declare: "That's a baby horse!" Despite her dad's opinion that Rhio was not a baby horse, she insisted. Little interactions like this are so nice - hopefully the girl and her parents will remember horses and riders with a positive opinion and be on our side when things like trail use access, etc come up. I have always felt that it is my job to have very friendly, positive interactions with members of the public; every time I'm out there with my horse, I'm on a public relations assignment, so to speak.
|Our trotting lane on the flat.|