I rode a mule down once. At first I was trying to guide it, then I figured the thing probably doesn’t want to die anymore than I do, and I let it have it’s head heh.
It was a good trip, I’d do it again.
...just supposin, the critter decides
life ain’t worth living, and in a very
depress state, steps off.... sometime
within the rapidly increasing descent it changes it’s pebble size mind and pops his emergency shute and the above crowd breaks out
loud applause and laughter and those who missing it are already booking tickets for the next trip....and you are not,because you didn’t buckle up.
I rode down into the Canyon on a mule named Ollie.
lMy muscles ached for days after. I’m sure Ollie was fine.