lead her out and tie her, and then groom her. I was brushing her leg very gently and she picked up her hoof, thinking I wanted to pick it. So I thought, "Oh! OK’ and proceeded to do just that. I didn’t do a very good job, but the fact that I did it at all was a first. D. was surprised and said she lets the farrier do it. I gentled her for a while and then lead her to the round pen where I put the saddle on her back after letting her smell it, and without cinching the girth I led her around. D. made some others come watch. She said, "I’m impressed!" So, who knows? I may get to ride her yet. Did I miss my calling in life? I have decided to put Grace out to pasture, more or less. She finds it hard to climb gradients, is very slow and puffs away like a train. I guess I could ride her from time to time on the flat, but no more "mountaineering". I would not sell her because she would probably end up in the stockyard again for butchering. And she stumbles quite often, too, so she wouldn’t necessarily be safe for a child. I worry that she might break a leg, and if she fell might break one of mine as well. Oh nooo! There’s a movie being made close to the stables and tonight they’re "blowing up" a bridge, but not really. So they have set up camp at D’s stables. There’s a gazillion trucks; caterers and grips. And a large chow tent. It was too windy to ride yesterday, and cold. Today the wind came up just as we were leaving but we rode in a sheltered area and as it was sunny it was still nice. From the top of the hill we could see the snow geese in the waterfowl management area. The color has gone from the Alamos, but the twisty trunks are more visible, so the scenery is still very attractive. D. has aquired a mini horse and he’s a darlin’ boy. I offered him a cookie but he didn’t know what it was. He took it but spit it out. But he let me pet him. D. wants to drive him. She has a cart already. And Wisdom loads and unloads like a professional now.