|The brown one is Tanner, he was my ride. My boy rode the lovely Luna in the background|
I don't have many photos from the ride, because I was afraid of: a) dropping the camera. b) falling off of the horse, and/or c) whacking my face on low lying branches if I didn't steer around them.
I did get one good action shot, though, in a place where the terrain wasn't quite so dry
|Our guide Susie rode Cisco, a big tough looking horse who was equally terrified of stray hikers and microscopic lizards|
The river was absolutely spectacular. It felt so good to splash through and cool off. The horses slurped up drinkie poos and munched on greens. Epic happy place.
After a while we stopped to give the horses a rest and have some luncheon in a shady spot by the river. But first
|geek alert. (vodka arms)|
|I loved my view|
|Step away from the snacks, Tanner|
The ride back was exciting, because some boneheaded delinquents set off firecrackers and sparked a wildfire right along the trail! We saw the plume of smoke then people hightailing it out of the area that our guide said was a swimming hole frequented by hikers (rookies). She was calm and focused, led her skittish horse by hand for a minute while we followed close behind until we were safely past the fire and the access road that was soon swarming with emergency responders. My heart was pounding right out of my chest, and my eyes stayed locked on my boy in front of me. Neither of us had a prayer if those horsies took flight, but Susie was right that we were a safe enough distance from danger and it would have been much worse to walk them 2 miles along the highway to get back to her trailer. Whew.
We were sad to get back to the trailhead almost 4 hours after our 90 minute guided ride began. We said our goodbyes and promised to return, and I really hope that we do. It was a sweet day. We had a sweet ride.
ps: screw you, July stupid 23rd.