It would have taken days and days to ride everywhere, but 1 day was enough. The areas around the creek were super dense with brush and weeds. And to the horse, of course (that rymed) this bounty of eats was like a buffet. It was at this point that I discovered the true reality of the relationship that exhisted between me and Blondie. I was along for the ride, and stopping for horse treats was one of the manifestations of the illusion of my control. Clint Eastwood doesn't NEED a horse.