Boreal
Chattanooga, TN; I went all the way up the river walk on the hill above the Aquarium because I saw something that looked kind of like a dinosaur skeleton outside the art museum. Instead it was this. He is the bones of my warhorse-- a huge dappled gray creature, so big that I need a mounting block to get on his back, who barely feels my weight, but is sweet and well trained enough to listen to a light rein. Named Canus Major (my little bilingual joke, between the medieval warhorse and the plains indian "big dog") And according to the signage, there are more of them somewhere...
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