On Wednesday, Finny & I snuck off to the wilds of Ben Lomond, CA–the small nearby mountain town that’s home to Hoot, Milos, Alex, and–it turns out–some enormous horses. Despite his concerns, Finn was not eaten by a horse, and he proved more interested in eating sliced apples himself than feeding them to the big guys. Highlights included seeing big Nick (the white horse) drop what his owner called “road apples” (think we’ve been singing about just that ever since? right you are!); seeing those carted off in a wheelbarrow; and watching the giant horses roll around in the dust (what Finn called their “play area”).