My little Tootie adores horses. So I figured our New Mexico trip wouldn’t be complete without a mother-daughter trail ride.

People, I am so sore I can barely walk today. My butt is bruised. My leg muscles are screaming. Even my neck hurts. (please to explain that one?)

But oh how thrilled Tootie was to ride a horse — not a pony — all on her own. OK, well the trail guide led her horse, but still…

We rode for an hour, up and down rocky, rutted trails. My horse, Chaki, seemed to equate the trails to a buffet line, so I spent much of the ride urging him onward.

Tootie’s horse, Pancho, pooped in front of mine. It was, well, impressive.

We’re now on the way home and tonight finds us in a hotel. With a hot tub. Am praying I can get in and out of it.