Here Socks is not doing an Exorcist
impersonation (head on backwards),
he's looking anxiously back at a horse who's clambering up the hill behind
us,
no doubt worrying that we're going to "lose the race" (?).
For my part, I was
amazed there was still anyone back there.
Socks' back-end was a'quiverin' from the
exertion when we got to the top
and I was dripping sweat down my face. So much for "being in
shape".
The following day, my back and shoulders were really achy from my
two-handed tailing effort up this climb.
