We took a sunset horseback ride along the water’s edge this evening. This photo looks so serene and yet it was taken mere seconds before my horse, Angel (don’t let that name fool you, I can most certainly assure you that she was quite the devil), got “spooked” and took off like racehorse on Derby Day. In fact, she dove off a cliff, through rocky terrain, into a bush and then crashed into the rolling waves. Somehow I managed to stay aboard the steed although, even now, hours later I am still shaken to my core.
Our leader, a Marlboro Man by the name of Jack, was not much help, even though he tried and smelled of thick whiskey.
He did give me a warning as soon as I giddy-uped. He told me that I most definitely should not allow my horse to run into the water, as she loves to do, because she will “roll me.” Apparently thats a very bad thing for a one ton horse to do to its passenger.
He also rode up behind me on his horse and smacked the tar out my horse’s ass to get her going. She got going alright.
After coming so close to death or paralysis today, I will probably never ride another horse again as long as I live. Good times.