Here
we are at the trailhead (hw-49 crossing) at the bottom of Auburn Canyon.
Behind Sally and Provo is the Foresthill Divide and Old Foresthill Road. If you click for the larger pic and squint at the bush in the bottom right hand side, under it, you can see a tiny singletrack which is the bottom of the Lake Clementine Loop mountain bike trail. Patrick and I rode it once and I felt a lot safer doing that singletrack stuff on the horse than I did on my bike... <g>
The
Middle Fork of the American River (pic taken 30' to the right of the one
next door). Again, if you squint at the large pic, you can see part of the
River Road, which is the trail used for Tevis. The riders come up to where
Sally's standing, and cross over the road to get to the short bit of trail
that leads to No-Hands Bridge (behind me).
There is also a family of beavers just up-river.
Mouse
waiting patiently by the trailer.
Looking
down-river on No Hands Bridge. We're just about to head up the canyon side
on the right, four miles to Auburn Overlook.
Mouse is, of course, being as good as gold and not even looking much like a hippo in these pics.
In the last pic, you can see Mouse's "tide mark" - where her blanket and jammies end around her neck (shiney white body) and then the rest of her is stained orange. Can't wait until summer...
Provo
finally standing still, although he's not too convinced.
Lookie at the lovely orange legs.
Provie
showing off his lovely plaits (which have been in there for a couple of
months - I really should give him a brush out) and his
nicely-growing-back-in portion of mane. I plaited him up because he
scrapes on the tree and turns his mane into witchy knots.
Action
shot of us all going along (bearing in mind I'm leading Mouse and running
backwards to take the pic...).
This is what Mouse really looks like... honest...
Well,
OK, maybe *this* is more what she looks like. 
A
kind passerby took our pic at the far end of the bridge.
Actually, this was very good for Mouse and I. We have been really up and running since Christmas, and this was the first longer trail ride we'd taken since we've been working on her head.
Apart from having to spook at the legendary Sierra attack squirrels, she did really well. Her downhill abilities are improving muchly (resulting in striding out downhill, instead of stupid mincing steps), although we still need to work on getting her off her front end - pushing from behind isn't part of her body's vocabulary yet... we're working on it. Sally had me ride her all-collected all the way home, and I think we both felt it, but she only started to get crabby in the last half mile or so.