|Them are big ears!|
|Mom on a beautiful Haflinger|
The day was nice and warm with cool breezes, a bright blue sky accented with dark green piney mountains and golden aspens. Throughout the whole ride I was kicking and prodding the stubborn mule, to get her to walk faster than a snails pace. Eventually I resorted to tapping her with the ends of the long reins to get her to move forward, begrudgingly of course and only for a few paces. Oh what a pain! I think I've been spoiled with Arabians or at least forward horses in general. I could never stand to own a horse that doesn't want to move onwards!
|Steve getting set on his mount|
The ride was only an hour and I think everyone had fun aside from me being irritated at an unresponsive equine. We hugged my mother goodbye and headed on to some other mountain fun to celebrate our anniversary. At least tomorrow I get to ride my sweet Willy!