It was probably a stupid move, but I was lured by the romantical impression I got of horseback riding in the snowy mountains of Colorado, so we went for it. It was gorgeous, just as we thought it would be, but I wasn't expecting the type of terrain that we rode through. There were points where our horses were walking down hills so steep that they would trip a little and be up to their hips in snow. That part was terrifying enough, but when a little bit of ice that was stuck in my horses hoof kicked up and hit him in the belly and he took off in a sprint where I was hanging on for dear life... that's when I just about lost it. God gave me the good sense to pull up on the reigns for him to stop, but I have a saddlehorn shaped bruise on my leg from slinging so tightly to his neck while he was running. Needless to say, I was ready for the two hour ride to be over at that point. Gorgeous though, and our unborn child and I are both healthy and striving, so there are no regrets : )
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