Some 30 years ago I was a California girl far from home and horse in
Michigan at college. First thing I did was to find someone who'd let me
ride their horse. Then winter arrived. I'd never ridden in the snow, but
that didn't slow me down. I saddled up and headed for the hills.
The first downhill I came to, the horse slipped and fell, and I stepped
off, feeling really good about how well I'd handled the "creative
dismount." I kept my hand tightly clenched around the reins as he got up,
and when he headed for home without me I looked in my hand, and it was
numb, and gloved, but there were no reins in it.
Donna O'Gara-
Older,and wiser, but still riding other peoples horses. (when its warm
and dry.)