It would seem eight is the number we stopped at. Eight inches of fresh snow sitting upon my ground. Eight inches of white mud...not nearly as lovely as Texas Tea, nor as valuable. But it's here. Again. I only hope it's a far briefer stay and that our roads are passable with a horse trailer by the end of the day.
Steve Holt! had a couple of nice work outs both Sunday and Monday. I spend a fair chunk of time setting up obstacles such as poles and cones, bridges and streamers in an effort to both desensitize him and get him thinking about where he's placing his feet.
In addition to working on trail, I'm taking a firm stance on head set these days. Sort of. Okay, maybe not firm enough. At the walk we've rather got it, but ask for a bit of speed and up it comes! But if nothing else it would seem I've got my left leg back where it belongs a bit more consistently.