The horses of Patagonia

Today we had a bit of a scare.

We spent the morning on a nice mellow horse back ride through the forests of Patagonia.

Five minutes from the end of the ride, I decide I'm sick of holding the backpack (very uncomfortable when bouncing up and down in a saddle). So I catch my horse up to Wes's, not an easy feat. I'm passing the backpack over to Wes, who leans out just enough to grab it. When his horse, Caramello, who turns out to be a complete asshole, sees his chance.

Carmello starts bolting up through the trees as fast as he can with Wes, halfway out of the saddle hanging on for dear life. Rather then getting his head bonked into some tree, Wes decides it's best to just let go and fall into a pricker bush.

He emerged, pretty scraped up, but in one piece. Unfortunately, he was in a bit of shock and proceeded to go completely white and just about passed out, which scared me almost more than seeing the horse take off.

His back still really hurts, but the doctor says he should be back to normal by the end of the week. There isn't really any bright side to this story, accept that I got to work on my Spanish today, learning new words such as "X-ray" and "muscle spasm."

Also, there was a very pretty sunset.

Aside from the asshole horses, Patagonia is quite lovely.