Before I had time to catch my breath, the wild horse was off! I held on to its mane, its flank...anything I could grasp, but I knew my ride would be short-lived. The horse bucked in the shore break, and twice nearly flung me into the shell-strewn sand. The wind rushed by my ears. Hooves pounded the sand at an unbelievable speed. In a blur of blue and green sea spray, I could see the Atlantic as we raced along its edge. I slid over the horse's side as it twisted right, and then left, but somehow managed to hang on.
As suddenly as my ride began, it was over - the Mustang reared up on two powerful legs and threw me into the ocean! How lucky I was that the water mostly broke my fall. I rose to stand on shaky legs. The horse, still wild and untamed, galloped on into the evening haze.
It was a ride I'll never forget!