Horse stage, delayed

Cintra and the eucalyptus

3 days on the estancia = 6+ horse hours, making me some sort of middling novice.

Considering the hours were logged crossing eucalyptus-edged, roadless pampas, once pursued by the wild-maned stud-steed, once witnessing cattle called to mass by a human's bellow, perhaps they count for more?

And after the hours astride: the unsaddling.

(Indulge me, I took up no one's time in my teenage years. Having sat out the Black-Beauty/Misty stage, the animal's blissfully new.)

Returning a horse to its natural state after a ride taps something primal. It encapsulates man's history with the animal in a morning's span: saddle, domesticate, control and then unsaddle, un-bridle and, with the gate unlatched - return to freedom as if the imbalance can be re-righted daily.

C - suffering that "horse thing" too late for sleep-away camp