When we finally realized we were, indeed, lost, we were left with two possibilities--1/ Backtracking 2.5 hours, or 2/ Riding the paved roads for an hour.
Dilemma: Would our horses, who had never been on roads with cars, trucks, motorcycles, and such--do well?
Or, would we die?
The red and blue lines on the map are the route we took. The blue line is the paved road toward the end of the trip. All told, we were out for 4 1/2 hours. See where the white line is that heads straight up to the trail head? That is where we should have gone.
Anyway, the horses did AWESOME!! I was riding Leah. She didn't spook at one car or truck or truck pulling trailers. There were also dogs, horses, people, and bikes.
Being on the road reminded me of my teenage years, when I didn't have my own truck and trailer, and the only way to get to my friend's homes to ride with them was to take the busy roads. I was so desperate to ride with someone, I didn't mind. On our day of getting lost, I was so desperate to get back to the trailhead, I didn't mind then either. Hey, horses are, indeed, transportation--and they have every right to be on the road--just like motorized vehicles.
One thing I can say about the trip--it was an adventure! And, it really deepened my trust in Leah.