Forget the gait - what an absolutely amazing surface. It seemed like everywhere we rode yesterday was solid rock. We had a goal in mind, but the trail was blocked by a guy shooting a very loud gun. Because of his ear plugs, he couldn't hear us yelling to try to get his attention. Hunter was the brave horse that managed to keep going forward to lead all the Arabs down a different trail. I could feel his whole body flinch every time that gun went off.
Nancy
