The Puddle

I ride out on Gally into the state forest. We have the usual stops, but we spend much less time arguing about whether we will go forward or not. In a few traditional stop spots he actually goes forward really well.

I feel quite confident. So confident in fact that when we come to a puddle, about 5m by 5m, I decide that we're going through it. Gally of course eyes it off with suspicion, and does not understand why we need to go through it, when he's found a perfectly good way around it.

We circle it a fair few times before he gets the tips of his hooves wet. Oooh, it's cold and wet and it may swallow him whole. He jumps to the side. We dip the hooves in a few more times before he concedes, and races through it. Yay! I leave it at that.

The rest of the ride is uneventful, but, oh so enjoyable.