Yesterday morning, Consolation and I trundled over the Snake River to some new (to us) trails. Blue skies alternated with doomesday horizons, unfathomable beyond the ridges. Range cows roamed. Angry curlews circled overhead. Nobody else was out.
We rode for three hours, soaking up the hills we’ve lacked too long. We trotted some, walked others, and bucked one. (After that one, we trotted few more than we walked!) The footing was mostly packed earth, with some sand. Consolation didn’t need boots; we’ll leave them behind next time. The trail went on and on — perhaps I’d inadvertently taken the 20-mile route my friend mentioned — and eventually turned around because, having topped yet another hill, I couldn’t detect any sign of a trail looping back, but I could detect an oncoming storm.
Consolation hopped right back into her new trailer (she seems to prefer it!) and arrived home safe and sound. This morning, she looks fantastic. Where shall we go tomorrow?