There are days like today, with low humidity and things finally cooling down, that I would just about sell my soul for a good trail horse Draco is not a good trail horse. He is too spooky. Or, at least, he's not a good trail horse for me. Maybe, if I were 20 years younger it might work, but not at 56 with screws and plates in my back from falling off after he spooked ten years ago on Labor Day Weekend.
But, he is what he is, and I love him.