Always happy to explore
My mom decided she wanted to see a canyon that was on the endurance ride, after my previous experience I was a little leery, but said we could give it a go. I looked at the map and thought I knew where we needed to go. My mom had been part way up the trail on foot earlier this summer, so I made the mistake of listening to her about where the trail went.
We wandered for awhile, I got royally confused and decided we had weren't going to get where she wanted to go and we could just ride around. I followed some dirt bike trails for awhile and my mom got worried we wouldn't be able to find our way back. I assured her that since I had my GPS running and both horses have demonstrated a clear understanding of which way is home we would be fine.
We found the canyon
After some wandering through the hills I finally found a more road like path and decided to follow it back home and make a bit of a loop. About half way home my mom started getting really really quiet (very odd for her) so I asked what was up. After some prodding she finally confessed that the road we were on was the one she had assured me we were on earlier. I just laughed at her, because I had a fun ride even if we didn't find her canyon.
On Sunday, I went back and easily found where you dropped off into the canyon. I didn't go down because I learned my lesson. Instead I snapped a picture and texted it to my mom to taunt her. I was really impressed with Stinker. There were places we crossed a stream and he consistently drank both days. It used to be I couldn't get him to stand still to take a breather and now he is starting to figure out how to take care of himself on the longer rides. And he handled 10+ dirt bikes without blinking an eye. Who is a trail horse now?