|Woo Hoo! I get to see new sights! Not sure what I think of the desert though. I'm used to trails padded with pine needles and lots of shade, and lush green things to eat. Not sure I'm a fan of dust, sand, and scrub grasses.|
|Simulated ear shot (held the camera above his head). One of these days, I hope to have lots of photos with Trigger Ears at the bottom!|
I led him from the left, right, and front (on singletrack). We stopped and grazed, and we stopped and did NOT graze. We went up and down some banks (former canal that has been piped in, but the grade of the former canal is still lower than the surrounding land, so to cross it, you go down and back up). We even bushwhacked a little on our way home, including picking our way over a rocky hill, and he did GREAT. He walked on a loose "rein" (lead rope) the whole way, and other than wishing he could be further from the stream a few times (but not spinning or snorting or doing more than crowding me a bit, which was easily remedied), he was a perfect angel.
In all, we walked about 2 1/2 miles, according to my GPS. Back at the barn, I showed him the tarp-covered wood shavings. He always freaks out when the wind blows the tarps around, even though I have it on video that he does great with tarps. So I walked him up to them, flung my rope around to hit the tarps (one was standard tarp material in lime green, the other was rubbery and black, and sounded like a drum when the rope hit it). He freaked out a little bit, but quickly got over it and went to sniff it. Then he got to graze some more before I put him back out in his new digs--the dry lot. It's a lot roomier than his stall and run were.
|From the front gate toward the back.|
|From the back toward the front|