Windy on the Western Front.
Drove out to Mac in the windy Wednesday light.
We rode out down the road as the crosswinds blew and it was a struggle just to keep my balance. We loped through the blow heading south and it was good and exhilarating. Mac tucked his head in and went, perhaps questioning my morals. We walked and loped again west to east, a good lope, the wind at our backs. And then again, around the bend and heading south. The crosswind so strong, I tucked just to keep my balance, and I did. And it was fun. We walked. Turned back and headed home.