It seemed like a good idea at the time. The mountain didn't really look that high.
It seemed manly to ride a horse up a mountain to visit a group of kids and talk about building a school. Visions of heroism danced in my head.
When I got to the bottom of the mountain to meet the Haitian pastor I’d made arrangements with, I saw our rented animals tied up near a mango tree. I realized that I didn’t know anything about horses.
