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This year's ride was very uneventful. Brian was probably a bit bored! He did get his wish of riding a huge warhorse, though-he rode "Tank," a very large Percheron gelding!
Amy's horse kept trying to run into Tank's rear end (Tank didn't care) and Mary's horse moseyed along verrrrry slowly in the rear of the procession.
I don't know much about what was going on at the head of the line because I couldn't see that far up, but we all arrived back at the stable unscathed.
At one point during the ride, the guide told us not to worry, there was a downed tree blocking the trail, but the horses would cross it just fine at a walk. My horse got up to it, and it would barely have qualified as a sapling, in my book! Some huge tree!!!
Quite a change from my college years spent galloping through the cross country course in Augusta!