We’re headed due north to a border up in the corner of the country.
There was one boy who looked liked he was out today solo for the first, or one of the first times. Father or grandfather was fussing over him. Probably 100’s of years of horsemanship were passed down this way, father to son. The boy was lucky, I thought
It was a bit sad to have to leave. I would have liked to stay in this town for a while. I watched them go off somewhere west and continued north.
We only had a few days here. It seems to be off the riding map. I wish I’d seen much more.