Touring the Land Between the Lakes Recreation Area in Kentucky, we found stables offering trail rides, so I jumped on it. (Of course, Joan wanted no part of this and opted to wait with some crossword puzzles.)
It has been many, many years since I rode a horse, but it felt great to be sitting on Cherokee. It was a group of about 11 riders and we went primarily through the woods slowly. But at one point we came to a clearing and looking to the left, I saw a big open area about the size of a football field. I immediately got an image of Errol Flynn in "The Charge of the Light Brigade" and was itching to gallop off into the field. But when I asked the guide if it would be okay, she said it wouldn't be fair to the others who might not be as experienced as I was and they would feel left out.
So I patted Cherokee on the head and told him, "Not today, pal. It's back to the trail for us." Later when we returned to the stables and I dismounted, I looked Cherokee in the eyes and I think we both saw what could have been had we been allowed to charge the guns.
Oh, well. I'll just watch the movie when we return home and Cherokee, I'll always remember you and the time we could have had.
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