We parked in the same place and headed out on the other side of the river. The trail was nice and wide and flat.
Two lane horse highway. Seriously.
We trotted and cantered a lot. To the point where asking Ashke to canter was difficult and included a long, fast trot to launch himself into it. We didn't fight about it. He figured out that I would let him canter next to Cali if he didn't fight me. We cantered out. We cantered back. There was no fight. No pulling. Even a little bit of hand-galloping.
The boy in the background, handcuffed to his bike and beaten with sticks when he slowed down.
It was pretty hot, to start with, and even after the clouds rolled in, it was still very warm.
We didn't make it to the point where we could cross the river and turn up the other side of the Platte. Everyone was grumpy. It was hot. We turned back.
When we got back to the bridge to cross the river, there was a group of sixty year old women who waited for us to cross the bridge. They commented on how beautiful Cali was as N and her walked by. Then they saw Ashke. All I heard was, "He looks like a Unicorn" as Ashke pranced by.
8.7 miles and he was still dancing when we came in.
J managed to get a little video of him trotting. Pay special attention to the right hind leg as he trots. It's swinging forward without much abduction toward the left hind leg.
Overall, a decent ride.