I used to ride Caprichosa's sire, Caprichoso a.k.a. Junior, from time to time. He's the only stallion I've ever ridden, and he would kneel for you to mount (if you knew the appropriate words in Spanish). I remember riding on his strong back down the Pojoaque creek while he promenaded with grace and flair. He loved to stand in the middle of the frigid rushing water and splash with a foreleg (and he passed this trait down to his daughter), until he got us both drenched. I could have asked him to stop, and he would have complied, but it gave him such joy. On a Saturday, hikers would literally stop in their tracks and stare at him in awe, like they'd seen Pegasus himself in Northern New Mexico. I felt like a queen, some type of royal personage, but at the same time humbled to be carried across the stone and sand by such a mythical, kind and soulful creature.