A Not-So-Young Colt Drinking His Mom's Milk
One of the most memorable parts of the trip was during the second day when I canoed right next to a spotted gray horse that was neck-deep in the river. I was nervous about losing control and bumping into him as we we were entering a fast-moving section of the river. He panicked as I moved close to him and past him, and he trotted right behind me as I struggled to move away from him. It was intense, but oh-sooooooo-cool!