When we started out, Winston and I were in front. Flash walks so slow that we always went first so Winston could walk out at a nice pace without running up Flash's back end. We hadn't gone far, when Winston saw or heard something and slammed to a stop. Brett and Mufasa walked around us and kept on going. We fell in behind. We could hardly keep up. Winston has a nice big moving-right-along walk but Mufasa is in another league. He doesn't slow down going up hill, and he doesn't slow down going downhill. He never slows down. I asked Winston to lift his back but otherwise left him alone. He worked hard, pushing with his hind and reaching way under to keep up.
Mufasa didn't spook at anything. He flinched at a trash can and at a little flag stuck in the ground. Other than that, he swung those legs forward and glanced around without slowing his pace. I'm not sure if Winston was working too hard to be worried of if Mufasa's calm attitude rubbed off, but I had a stress free ride.
We got home, dismounted, looked at each other and grinned from ear to ear. Our Sunday morning trail rides are back.
And look who I found hanging out together in the pasture later in the afternoon:
Sunday was warm, tee-shirt weather in the morning with a cool breeze in the afternoon. The orchard has exploded into gold.