We used to drive about 45 minutes outside of town to the stables with the corrugated aluminum roof hidden in the jungle, tucked next to a rice paddy on the edge of town.
About a year ago, the riding club moved to Port City, the Chinese man-made island that was exumed from the ocean floor like Atlantis risen. The island has little infrastructure, and what infrastructure there is constantly shifts like blowing sand; we have to re-learn how to navigate the half-paved roads every time.
The location isn't as scenic, but, if anything it may have prepared Clementine for horseback riding in the desert.
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