Here, I'm riding on my mustang Dobe and we went for a trail ride only most of the time, there is no trail. Also some pix from a team of horses that my Dad was training.
Sorry about the lighting on some of them from Dobe's back, it was really early in the morning.
This one is kinda off to the side but I'm still on Dobe
Thanks, that hill that we are going down is actually named after my great-grandfather because his old homestead used to be at the bottom. Dad had only been driving those horses for about a month when the pic was taken, I will have pix of our percheron team soon and get them posted.
It is, where I grew up, there are very few locked gates and everyone knows everyone so nobody cares if you ride on their land. The town where I keep my horses has about 400 people, so even in the middle of town it is pretty secluded.