whoa--uh-oh

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.

Oh help.

"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.

But thanks for noticing.

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.