Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away

 But only because they're dead.  Sorry, horses.  On the way back from the fern garden, we saw a sign pointing toward the "horse cemetery," and of course had to check it out.  The cemetery was a circle of stones with horse names inscribed on them.  Lizzie here demonstrates her grief for the loss of Misty, and below I imagine one last ride with Magic. 

Dude--I mock here not the horse grief--one gets really attached to their pets--but rather the awful names you gave your horses.  They deserve better.  One of the stones was for a horse named "Snoopy."  Stop it.