Jane Wayne or Madame Toad's Wild Ride

So here I am in Monument Valley.  The stomach part of my flu is over, I haven't started coughing yet, and my fever was down to the point I thought it was over.   So not being in my right mind, I decided to go on a two hour ride through monument valley. For about an hour and half my Navaho guide and I plodded along while he told me about every rock, stick and insect we saw.   Fascinating stuff, let me tell you.

After our second break, my fever must have come back, because I had lost the fear that's been my constant companion since the accident.  So I asked if he could lower my stirrups and could we go a little faster? As you can imagine, he jumped at the suggestion.

"Just a little trotting," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I responded.

Well, I don't know what you call trotting out west, back east we call what we did a fast canter, which then progressed to a hand gallup and then we flat out galluped all the way back to the corral.  I have never in my entire life ridden that fast. But a strange thing happened during our wild ride, I lost the fear, hopefully for good. I need to work on balance, but I'm back in the saddle again.

Oh yes, this was the mustang that I rode.

YeeHA, call me Jane Wayne