Ken actually took Rojo out on a ride all by himself. I explained where he should go and what he should see. They returned much sooner than I expected. When I asked if he had seen Duck Lake he said he had. How about the old town site? Yes. And the abandoned mine? That too. It seemed Rojo was having a bit of fun, and only allowed Ken two options: stop or gallop. At least Ken managed to stay on and did see all the sights. Rojo was the only horse I knew who had a sense of humor. Unfortunately it was at about the level of the three stooges. One of his best pranks was the time he deliberately dumped a can of coke down my back. He actually gave a horse laugh when I jumped up and glared at him.

But he was a very reliable trail horse, and I used to put people who couldn't ride on him, then I would ride my crazed Thoroughbred. Rojo would simply follow me wherever I might go, ignoring the incompetent sitting on his back. My non-riding friend Mark Walsh even wrote a pretty tune for Rojo.