In July of 2001 Heather,
Peggy and I drove to Ronan to
get Lance ("Sir Lancelot"), a Tennessee
Walker, of course, age four.
Not only his he big and beautiful, he is also
about the calmest horse anyone has ever seen. On his first
trailride ever, a bird flew into his mane and got tangled up.
Lance didn't even miss a step!