We went as a guided party on an hour's ride. It went well. We went up and down steep inclines that would have given me pause had I been walking. We learned to lean back going down and lean forward going up. We went through streams that looked kind of deep to me.<br><br>It was very humid out and drizzled a bit. I took my daily kit along and, as per advice from Chris, wore my baseball cap and my Land's End fall field coat with a sturdy T-shirt underneath.<br><br>I learned how to cushion my backside when the horses might kind of "run" a bit. My backside did develop a nice bruise, though. Today the bruise, a lovely purple color, resides on either side of the bottom of my tailbone. It hurts, but it was worth it.<br><br>My sister even glanced back once in a while to make sure I hadn't "fallen off," as she put it. I admit I'm clumsy, but I'm not that clumsy.<br><br>The only part that didn't go well was when I tried to dismount. When I was technically off my horse, Velcro (a retired police horse of whom I was fond immediately), the foot that was left in the stirrup wouldn't come out!<br><br>I was giving my leg the command to, well, you know, rise up so I could get my foot out, but my leg simply wasn't going up any higher without manual help. I had to continue holding the pommel with my left hand while disengaging my left foot with my right hand. Then I was fine.<br><br>I was afraid I had upset the horse, but he was calm, quiet, and unperturbed. I thanked him for a enjoyable ride (yes, I thanked him) and then we finally remembered to get our picture taken.<br><br>I saw some English saddles there. They don't have any pommels. How the devil do riders stay mounted without a pommel to hold onto?