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!

Lance and Beate in the Bob

Lance and Beate working in the roundpen