Went out with daughter GunDiva for a short bareback ride on Estes and Ranger. And fell off. Again.
Moseying along, camera in hand, taking pictures of the fall colors, when BAM! Ranger did the hard, fast spook and ended up about four feet to the side of where I was hanging in space. I hit HARD this time. GunDiva said I made kind of an "Eeep!" sound when I hit the dirt. I stood up, dusted myself off and prepared to
"Bill, are you okay?" Gundiva hollers back at me. I replied as a guppy would, complete with fluttering hand signals.
"Ah, got the wind knocked out of you, huh?" she responded. "Don't worry, if you black out, you will start breathing again."
All heart, that one.
I rode home with the camera in my pocket.