O-k! My son wants me to learn how to ride a horse. He says that this will be stimulating for me and has talked his father into be living that such an outlandish activity will keep me from "getting wild ideas and keep me out of trouble!!"
Little does that boy know! His mama ain't built the same way that he is. An hour on horse-back.......and I was GETTING ALL SORTS OF IDEAS!!
TALK ABOUT STIMULATED!!!
Steam was coming out of my ears!! The pheromones were raging!! The horsie was not the only on who was HOT-TO-TROT!!
I immediately engaged our delightful 27 year old guide in a discussion about his immediate future. He....had...the most...wonderful waist length braid of jet black hair,..that hung down to his butt,..an oval face,..pink cheeks...(face!!!,..I planned on checking out the other end later.)
I had just had him nicely chatted up and old William comes up,..listens to the guide and I talkinng a bit,...and suddenly,..I find myself back on my horse,..and my beautiful young six foot guide boy.........about five horses up from me!!
I am going to call old Bill,.age 22 years old,,....a name that is not printable. He also requested a "cold shower" for me at the end of the trail ride!!
Weeell,..after three hours on that damned horse,..he need not have worried!! The place where Stanelle met the saddle on the horse.......was very sore indeed!! I am going to invest in foam rubber padded "drawers!"
Good Lord! I got blisters the size of silver dollars in certain patches of skin!! And in other areas onmy opposite ,..the skin is rubbed clean off!!
Gads!
Spending three hours with the tour guide...in a similar fashion that I spent it with the horse.......would have been much more fun!! My rear is in such a state now,..I would cuss out anyone,..who even dared to make me an offer!
EEEEEEYOOOOW!!!!
My darling son says that I have saddle sore. Well,..honey,..it ain't the saddle that is sore!! I will probably never be able to sit in a normal fashion again!!