I have a good friend who adores horses and rides them almost daily. She cannot grasp my love for hiking in Montana. “Why not just take a horse?” she asks. “It’s faster.”
I do not tell her about the last time I rode a horse (above). It was a cold, beautiful day; my horse was fantastic.
But afterward? I was motion sick. I curled up on the floor, embracing the lack of bumpity bump of a horse’s back.