James is on the mend today, and he’s terrifically relieved to be feeling better. We had a rough night with Jeremy, who kept crying in his sleep, so we’re having a slow start to the day, but we’re going to try going for a ride as a family on the second shift.
Back now: Jeremy did wonderfully well surviving a three-hour horseback ride. He walked, trotted, and even cantered—and on the first half of the ride he was reasonably happy with all three paces; trotting was his favorite. Noel took us up a different route so that instead of seeing the volcano from the ridge, we were looking at it from the top of another small mountain. The views off all sides were incredible. It was so kind of him to think of exposing us to more than one view, even though I think it was a longer ride.
Jeremy liked the "magic wand" grass, and we had a little duel. He died violently, but recovered to fight another day. And another...
On the way back, Jeremy was a little less happy about cantering; by the end, even trotting upset him, but Noel was very patient with us. We just meandered slowly, walking with an occasional trot, and we were lucky that the rain held off, giving us a gentle splatter instead of a total drenching.
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