Chief and I didn't bond.
Perhaps it was because I didn't let him stop to eat every two seconds. Or maybe because it had been a long while since I'd been on a horse, and he sensed I was timid, awkward, my butt immediately sore. Maybe he sensed I vividly remember what it's like to fly off the front of a beast like him and land harshly in the dirt.
Nevertheless, this hour long ride, slowly lumbering behind the kids and our friend Jenny, on a chilly July morning, was a best part, for sure.
Thankful for Chief, Chubby, Stoney, and Monk- that we all stayed upright and got to spend a morning together, in mostly quiet, watching the hills wake up.