It was a grey and rainy day and we had just left the stables on our horses when the first drops began to fall. We didn't care.
We crossed the river and entered the wood which covered the mountain. Everything was green and a little stream run beside us towards the town situated at the foot of the mountain. We gallopped up and up without even seeing anything because of the increasing rain.
And then, the wood was behind us and there was only thick fog around us. I felt like in a story.
We arrived at the top of the mountain. On our way back, we realized that we had gone lost so we just started to ride downhill and found ourselves in a little town some hours later.
It the end, after another hour's riding, three soaked girls entered the stables. Soaked but euphoric. It had been a great adventure.
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