SOL#6 March 6th

Squuuiiiiiisssshhh, the sound reaches my ears as I try to wrench my riding boot out of the super thick and sticky mud. "ssssiiigggghhhh" my boot is covered with mud.  I try to dodge the tufts or red hair flying of of Napoleon while still being close enough to brush him. We can't ride today because the ring is made up of ice and snow. It is weirdly warm out and the sun feels good. I feel so tired and I wish the day would be over...