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Too Ride
Sunday February 7 2010
Our horses weren't too motivated to be out on the trail today.
They hadn't been ridden for a week, so both of them let us know just how slowly they could stroll on the way out, and, that they just might feel like bucking under the right circumstances. Whichever horse followed let the rider know there could be a cougar somewhere behind us, and, well, what do we humans know? We can't smell what horses smell. Perhaps there was something in the air or on the ground.
We did a slower ride to cut down on the bucking potential, but added hills and sand washes for a good workout.
Despite our horses not being particularly in the mood, the day was not too hot nor too cold, too wet nor too dry, too windy nor too foggy, too muddy nor too dusty. A perfect day for Owyhee riding?
Too right.
Fresh new badger hole!
