Autumn: Here is a picture of me and Cherie, taken while we were "horse camping" by Horse Mountain in Six Rivers National Forest. Cherie is the one with the ear-to-ear grin. I'm the one saying, "Can we go home yet?"
One thing I learned about horse camping is that humans take lots and lots of pictures. This is a picture of mountains and fog. Sheeesh. What is the big deal? I went up and down lots and lots of mountains. I don't like mountains.
I also learned that humans do lots of weird things that make absolutely no sense . . .
This is Marcel thinking about squashing Lena. Now that I think about it, Lena was a bit annoying. She did not have carry anything or anyone on the trail. Why do canines have it so much easier than us equines? I would like to go "dog camping" and watch the dogs do all the hard work.
Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him into the electric fence. This was my favorite trail ever. It cut many miles off the ride. Pounds x miles = tired horses. Even with Jericho's short cut I was VERY tired by the time we got back to camp.
Just look at me! See what horse camping does to horses? I am much thinner looking than in the first picture of me when we had just arrived at camp. And that wet stuff is water Cherie threw at me to wash the sweat off. There was LOTS of sweat to wash off.
More of the strange things humans do on horse camping trips. Jericho told me I should be happy that we didn't have to go "back country horse camping" and haul all that stuff that humans eat to some awful wilderness camp.
Eeewwwwww! Someone needed to get stupid Lena off of our food. It was just wrong that she used our yummy hay for a bed. Why was she tired? She didn't do any hard work. Cherie, how would you like it if Lena took a little nap on that tri-tip you kept making so many mnnnnmnnnnn noises over when you ate it for dinner?
Well folks, I survived horse-camping. I don't really recommend it. Jericho seemed to have fun going up and down tiny trails and over all kinds of dangerous-for-horses kind of things. His human Laura called this "trail trial practice." What do you expect, he's an Arabian.
This is Tag. He used to be a "working horse" and told me that horse camping was actually easy compared to what humans make some horses do. I thought he was pretty cute. In fact, I wouldn't mind getting to share his pasture.
When I get home I am going to tell that faker Red Horse that the next time Cherie starts talking about going horse camping, I'M going to be the one that gets to be lame. Just wait until the next time she tries to catch me. I don't think so.