You can likely can guess what came next...yep she laid down in it to make horsey snow angels in it. She was so sneaky and quick about it G thought she fell down and I was being a big meanie by kicking at her to get up. She was still tacked up and I was imagining a broken saddle tree and dollar bills blowing away in the wind. Also, we were on a pretty steep hill among some trees - not the safest place to roll around. Up she (finally) got and we walked up the mountain a while further. We found a little level clearing finally. Then, because she is super spoiled, I un tacked her and let her dig and roll around to her hearts content.
The couple of scrapes my saddle got from the sneaky roll are unfortunate, but overall, I think in the future I'll look at them and smile. Her obvious love of the day really reminded me of our old dog's reaction to the rare snow we'd get. Normally Bridget is a pretty serious little thing and wise beyond her years, so it was neat to see her have a silly baby horse moment or two.
We made it home without incident, and were just in time to see Ginger and her little rider finish up their lesson. They looked great, which made my day even better.