The Fat of the Land 0
I’ve been on a few trail rides. Most were on Quarter Horses and one was on a Tennessee Walking Horse. The most spectacular one was in Bryce Canyon National Park; we were on the plateau north of the canyon itself and could see the Yellowstone highlands off to the south.
I considered my trail rides successes, as I did not fall off the horses, not even once.
Never, though, did the wrangler need for me to saddle up on a Clydesdale.
Via my local rag, print edition.
