Why a foto of feet, you ask?
Because of the riding boots.
And they're encasing MY feet.
The thing is...
I don't ride.
"Who is this lump of potatoes on my back?
They seriously do NOT pay me enough to put up with this kind of ineptitude, really."
"Well, OK then..."
Poor Hank. I really felt for him, but by the end we were getting along, if not famously, at least well enough to have a really nice morning.
I think he's reserving judgement.
Which is exceedingly good hearted.
There's something suspect in any activity that requires a helmet, don't you agree?
And no, I'm not pregnant. I have a bottle of much needed bug spray in my jacket pocket.
Hank's sister was more than interested in my camera.
Doesn't Hannah have a sweet nose?
Thanks, Sis, for taking the shots of the girlie and me, and for taking us out today. If not for you, there would never be proof that I ever sat on a horse.
I wouldn't say that I actually rode dear Hank.
Chances are, he'd agree.