Went for a ride up to Thunder Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park with some friends a couple days ago, and I forgot my camera, so I'll have to illustrate this one by hand... Sorry.
Juanita had loaned her horse, Jesse, to a wrangler across the street several days before, and Jesse was a complete mare to the poor gal. I think she came back in tears (the wrangler, not Jesse... Jesse was just looking maybe a little confused). So I took Jesse on the ride, just to give her some time with another rider that she couldn't push around.
We loaded the horses into the trailer for the 10 minute ride into the park ( hey, it saves almost an hour of riding down the dirt roads).
We unloaded and went off on our way.
We got to a bridge that Jesse couldn't cross.
I lead the way across for her.
We made it to the hitch rack, and the others walked down to eat lunch by the lake, but I just napped by the horses.
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, except for one fit thrown when she thought she was being left alone. The horses ahead kept going while we waited for the horses behind to finish a photo-opp. BOY, can that horse BACK UP!
It was all good though. Traveled back in record time, about six hours total for the trip. The others were on gaited horses, but Jesse can sachet along with the best of them, so I didn't get too beat up.