|"my toes are on the bridge. ask no more of me."|
I'm glad I had such a nice ride yesterday because today was awful. I finally gave up the fight and finished our arena ride after twenty minutes with several walk-halt-back transistions, working on keeping him straight at backing. That accomplished, I packed up the doggies in the car and headed out to the trails for some fun riding.
Benton is basically one solid area of loose rock and Bobby has tender princess toes that need to harden again, even with shoes on, so the going was slow and a little mincy, but I wasn't looking to do anything more than walk. We were out for about forty five minutes and conquered this seriously intense hill/cliffside. I didn't get any pictures going up it because I grabbed mane, gave him all the rein, and kept my face in his neck to keep from getting decapitated. He was so amazing. He put his little booty to work and hauled ass up that thing without hesitating once.
|the landscape to we waded through|
at the top of the hill.
|about to drop off the face of the earth.|