Emily and Steve Part 5

There was a sharp drop off to the south, and it provided an amazing view of the country side, including a meandering river off in the distance. The clearing was bathed in the noon-day sun. We tied up the horses to a tree near some long grass and a small stream so they could eat and drink. From the saddle bag on Denali, she pulled out some Tupperware, a large thermos and a blanket. "I figured seeing as you liked the picnic we had in the office that one day, you'd like another one."

We laid out the blanket, and I fell upon the food. I devoured the sandwiches and salad that we had, ate two brownies and a few big handfuls of trail mix in record time. Emily laughed at me, she was still eating her first sandwich by the time I was done.

"I can't believe how hungry I get from just sitting on a horse," I said.

"It's more work than you would think, isn't it?" Emily said. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, very," I said, suddenly realizing my throat was as dry

"Well, I didn't bring any champagne this time, as we didn't have a way to chill it. But there is some cider in the thermos. It's got a bit of kick." I opened the thermos and poured it into the two plastic cups we had brought.

As we drank our cups of cider, Emily gave me a lesson in the nature of the area, pointing out different plants and birds. Soon our cups were drained, and Emily poured us two new cups.

"Whoa, I think this cider is going to my head," I said.

"It's homemade by Tessa and John. I think it's pretty strong," Emily said, taking a sip.

"Is it safe to ride the horses if we are drunk?" I asked.

"It'll be fine. They know the way home better than us."

We lay on the blanket drinking our cider as Emily told me about her love of riding as a child. "It was one of the few times when I could get away and feel like myself. I always felt a big uncomfortable as a boy, but on the trail I could just be a rider. That's why I love it so much."