Anyway, Scout was pretty awesome. I told John I'm going to steal his horse. He said that'd be fine until tomorrow, when I come in saying, "Your horse!" after he does something naughty. Really though. I am going to take ownership of that horse. I don't mean in the material sense, I mean... well, he's my creation in a way. Granted, he has his own personality that's all his, but he was born in my lap and I am the person he's had the most contact with. I should own what he is and build a partnership with him instead of foisting him off on John and complaining about his annoying ways. He's a good horse. A very good horse. Instead of me expecting him to be something he's not and always finding fault, he just needs more life experience and a person who's with him and cheering him on. That's the kind of partnership we had today, and it was good.
On our way in we had to wait for the free range horses to get off the road. You don't see that very often. Look closely through my filthy windshield and you'll see the adorable little red dun colt blocking the way.
That's my niece on her big ol' paint horse:
Scout's head is cocked in the most adorable way here. I think he saw my sister's dog off to the left.
I always thought Scout and Cowboy would make good friends. They've both got that goofus doofus playful thing going on. I was right, they like each other. I'd love to turn them loose together and watch them play.
It was very nice in the cool forest on this hot day.
On the home stretch:
That last mile was the longest Forest Service mile ever.
When we got home I let Scout graze in the front field. He stuck with us in the shade for a while and then went exploring.
It was a long and tiring day, but in the best way! I can't wait to get out there again, on my new good horse.