Camp Report, Hittin’ The Trail
Milton was a star. He followed. He led. He walked over TWO bridges. He stood at check. He walked up hills and down dales. He negotiated knots of muddy tree roots. All of this on narrow, forested trails. The term “goat track” was bandied about.
For the first two thirds, we were with the slow folks, which suited me. After the break, the line reorganized and we ended up in the – relatively – faster first flight. Milton’s back got the slightest bit tighter, either from trotting to catch up or from taking exception to a different horse behind him. As he did in drill team, Milton had opinions about who he wanted to hang with.
We never got to the point of strolling along admiring the countryside, but a solid effort for our first trail ride.
1 hour & 45 minutes!!
Thank you for reading,