I'm NOT an evening person....

But the grandson came out after work this evening, wanting to know if I could ride with him again.

"Yes," I told him rather reluctantly, "if the granddaughters are gone by six."

They were, so Arick and I once again hit the roads on horseback. This time we rode to the Missouri River bottoms. Chief, the horse he's breaking, is still a little leery of cars passing on the highway. But he seems to enjoy his job of being a saddle horse. He insisted on keeping up with Blue, which is no easy task. It's hard for a trotting horse to stay even with a gaited horse. Chief's ears were up all the time, and he was obviously having fun.

And to think that I pronounced him a lost cause, only a month ago.

I'm learning to like this boy. Now that it's almost time for him to go home to his owners.

Riding with my grandson

That's my grandson riding Chief, a horse he's breaking for some people; he had just been thrown by the horse before I took this picture in March.

After more than a month, I have to admit the horse is behaving pretty darned well. We rode through fields and along the highway with cars and motorcycles buzzing by, and he only spooked a couple of times.


When we got back home after a couple hours of riding, I asked Cliff to take pictures of us.