While we were riding these small small small horses up the rugged-trailed hills, I noticed that these small small small horses probably shouldn't be carrying people. Mine was sort of hyperventilating. So, naturally, I got off this poor creature's back, took the rope attached to its saddle from the Mexican boy who was holding onto it, and ended up walking it like a dog. There was a moment where, in my limited Spanish, I asked the boy what the horses's name was. He said it didn't have one. I said that was sad. He asked me what I wanted to name it. I remembered this horse struggling through a muddy stream not long before. I decided to name it "Artax".
Taken on my Nikon FM10.
