in this case, it wasn't a mule, but my wonderful jazz who tread beneath her burden all weekend and did just great. this is the first time i've had a pack saddle and a load on her, but she took to it naturally.
for about the first five miles she did have trouble figuring out that she had to walk a lot wider around trees than usual, and you should have seen the irritated/exasperated/confused look on her face whenever she caught a tree trunk square on her pack, throwing her completely off balance. she figured it out, though, and on the ride out yesterday morning she didn't hit a single one square, just brushed a few.
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