Awareness of the outside world. I would be more interested in Originalism if the Founding Fathers had a better definition of ALL.
Trying Milton in Rodney’s saddle. On Saturday, we rode sequentially and shared the saddle. On Sunday, I rode bareback.
Francisco’s, Mile 85. Image source & additional photos, The Tevis Cup: Francisco’s.
Wednesday, October 14, 2020. Tried to fit in an evening ride. No dice.
Saturday, October 17, 2020. Today, 1 mile, awarded. Total 82 miles.
Went over to Stepping Stone Farm to tryout new saddle combinations in a contained space. Forgot phone clip so no tracking. Milton went 28 minutes; Rodney, 42. Even our slowest pace is 27 minutes for a mile and Milton did some trotting, so one mile seems fair. Rodney went longer but stood more. No streetview.
Sunday, October 18, 2020. Today, 2.85 miles. Total, 85 miles. Time, 1 hour 13 minutes. Pace 25 minpermile/2.4 mph.
Yes, I deliberately chased the mileage to get us down to 5 miles per week for the next three weeks. Being close to another badge didn’t hurt. Horses were angels for first part. Then there was a lot of, ‘There is the mounting block. Don’t you want to get off?’ and ‘I can turn around so we can get back to the mounting block so you can get off.’ The horse equivalent of ‘Are we there yet?!’
Did a figure-8 across the pasture for variety. Took four tries (two previously, two this time) for Rodney to decide that bush-whacking was on his repertoire. When I say bush-whacking, I mean following trails that they had made across their own pasture. Rodney had led the first attempt. Hated it. Followed Milton a few times. Finally decided the idea was acceptable.
Stay safe. Stay sane.