Am here on an overcast, Midwest Tuesday afternoon... Chillin' over a cold Maxwell House, and a ham and cheese.... Considering my butt rode almost over a good portion of Minnesota countryside and hadn't been horseback riding since 1978, I think that I mastered it quite well, and it got me out the "doldrum rut" of having a Saturday that was a bad anniversary of losing two best and DEAREST friends... But going along trails for SIX HOURS... I think Tim and Jacques wouldn't have minded.