Part 2
Ever the indulgent husband, David agreed that he would ride horses with me at TRNP. He doesn’t like to ride horses. He says they do what they want. A bicycle or a pair of skis only do what you want.
I, on the other hand, love horses. As a child, my parents sent me and my sister for riding lessons. The lessons were for an English saddle. I have yet to ride another horse who isn’t carrying a Western saddle, but the lessons I had made me very comfortable with horses just the same.
The ride was just about an hour, which is enough for an old person like me who gets on a horse once every decade or so. Photos below.
Jane
The Voyage of the Tramper 
Some more of the Other America they talk about!