On the steppe for a packtrip. In a Western saddle, riding Jerry.
Every so often, Jerry decided to change his position in the group. At first I apologized to the other riders as Jerry veered out to run ahead and cut in front of someone. The other horses did it, too; and we had to laugh. Keith quips, "It's been said that Mongolians drive like they ride their horses. I disagree. They ride their horses a lot better." Soon I just let Jerry navigate on his own; he knows the terrain and his buddies much better than I did.