So yesterday I was riding a trail near the barn - the very one in the picture. Brena was stepping out on the way home, drawing steadily closer to a woman walking in the same direction. I was just thinking of calling to her when she dropped her trousers to show us her bare bottom.
Thinking that she must need to pee, and that a barefoot horse does move silently, I stopped Brena and turned her to face sideways. Best not to look. This went on for a couple of minutes. The woman must be too embarrassed to get anything out, I thought. But no. Finally she pulled her trousers up, singing manically to herself, and I slipped by.
A little later I met two other riders who told told me that the woman had pulled her trousers down for them too. So, a crazy hiker...they do exist.
Her bottom was pale and looked as if it might benefit from a little sun. However there's none of that on a cold grey windy October afternoon. Crazy indeed...
The other two riders asked whether Brena had been frightened. No, the mare was too busy stuffing vegetation inside her to worry about human peculiarities.