Easter Saturday we celebrated in Riding Mountain. It had been 5 years since we were around to celebrate Easter with family so it was good to be a part of the emerging traditions. Saturday afternoon Bert and Ernie were harnassed up and we all went for a wagon ride. Uncle B and Uncle M rode the saddle horses and did some scouting for open trails.
Daddy also did some time on horseback.
L rode shotgun. It had been a long time since I had been up in the hills and it did feel a little like the old west riding across the fields on a wagon with riders coming up from the distance. To L’s delight Grandpa let him hold the end of the reins and that was enough to make L feel like he was driving the team.
Once we got back home I gave L a short ride on Chickaree’s back, he didn’t protest but he wasn’t very relaxed either.