Of horses and People

Today started off even colder with a wind blowing as well. Nothing like the minus teens
and below to get your morning going. All appeared to be going on schedule until we saw the
snow storm on the horizon. That appeared to slow us down even though the woman on foot past
us with purpose in her step. Where she is heading to in this expanse of nothing is beyond us.
Stopped for lunch and didn't want to head back out but alas it's the only way.
Halfway into the evening trek we see somebody's horse go past and our guide chases after it
in a helpful pursuit. Soon another rider we assume to be the owner is also making progress
along the hills. That leaves us three on our own to wander for a bit.
During this period it becomes clearly evident that our horses have minds of their own or only
follow the command of our guide Zegra. They seem to have two gears, walk and trot. Constant
trotting does nothing for my manhood and Jeanna is in a constant battle to get her horse to
either gallop or just walk. In the end she just gets off the horse to rest her legs and have
a tete a tete with old betsy.
Finally we made it to a ger and commenced the now normal routine of asking if there was room
at the in. It was actually the farm of the runaway horse so it all worked out nicely when
the other guys returned. Only father and son were home so after dinner we learned how to
play their card came called 'stupid' among the six of us. The fact that I claimed to be
getting a hang of the game was all jokes to Jeanna since she was clueless and won twice.
There's always a joker in the pack.

Where is she going?