It’s remarkable how much a horse is like a pair of cross country skis. At least in my experience.
Let’s start with the horse.
A number of my relatives have lived on farms, and one of the great delights of my childhood was visiting Uncle Sam’s farm on vacations.(1) We went fishing, picked blackberries on the way to the pond, gathered fresh eggs, used an outhouse (2), milked cows, played in haylofts, churned butter. 737 more words