After I sent out the latest newsletter, I got several reprimands because people could not find the blog about the second fall...I realized I had written it in my journal but not on the web...so here it is.
From the Cut Foot Sioux Horse Camp (MN), we rode out about
a mile. JoyFull was on high alert and
had already spooked a couple of times. I
was riding defensively—one hand on her neck with the rein in a California roll and
the other holding on to the fork of the saddle.
The trail was 6-10 feet wide but surrounded by thick fall forest. (Think crackling noises and constant motion in the trees/leaves.) JoyFull stepped across a small down tree and
as she made the step forward with her hind foot,