See those reins? They weren't broken in and it
was like riding with chopsticks. So I soaked them
in peanut oil for three days. Now they're soft but
smell like a jar of stale JIF.
You know, my horse and Mark's are the same color. In August.
Me and Val (this time I had my eyes open)
K and her sorrels' apparently underdeveloped hindquarter.
K and her gelding (and that dreaded stereo/static generator)
Thanks again to Lisa for these photos (there are several more wonderful ones on her blog) and Val for the ones I used earlier (she posted some to) and for Trail Rider's (I used his in the beginning) and for everyone's tremendous moral support. Thank you for being part of my journey.