Ah. The simple pleasure of riding a horse in the snow. My appaloosa of steel, Teyla, marched resolutely across country as she always does, and would have gone all day if I hadn't gotten pretty cold. My husband's polish Arabian mare danced and pranced, wide-eyed, snorting, because everything looks so ... gasp ... different when covered in white stuff.

Apparently Arabian horse eating monsters lurk beneath the white stuff.