We are so fortunate to have this equestrian resource available. Even on a hot day there were lots of walkers, horses and bike riders. Most were nice, one was a dick, but that's the way of it. We are sitting with our heads ten feet in the air, we rise above.
All this because there was a sign on the side of the trail and Noe asked Marcos to go over and look at it.
And he was frightened of it.
See why I ride a gelded mule?
This was an intriguing path that Jamie thought would go up to the shady trail in the first photo, so we went on up it.... to a dead end.
With 25 miles of trails it is always lovely to find one we think we have not been on before, so off we go to see what there is to see.
And sometimes we turn around and go back the way we came.
Isn't that pretty?
Rather like the Lipizzan horses at the Spanish Riding School in Austria.
The Lipizzans were developed from the Spanish Andalusian, all classic baroque horses of great beauty, stamina, and war horse potential.
For Marcos, rearing up is his default when he'd rather not do something he is being asked to do.
The war horses of old were taught to do various moves that were useful in battle.
They are called the "haute ecole" and require tremendous skill and training to achieve.
and learn about "Operation Cowboy." In April 1945 when WWII was winding down, the 42nd Recon Squadron of the 2nd Cavalry Division saved the Lipizzaners from the Nazis.
To create the Master Race of horses, Hitler had the horses taken from Austria to Czechoslovakia, and then to Hosteau, Germany.
Does Marcos think he would have made a fine war horse?
And didn't we all grow up with....
"Hi Ho Silver, away!"
The Lone Ranger!
Roy Rogers on
Ah, the stuff of childhood dreams, when our role models fought for truth, justice, and the American way.
We speculate on the age of these trees, surely hundreds of years.
What tales they could tell.
Many of them are draped with Spanish Moss, vegetal cobwebs of time.