Our final day at Lexington continued our good fortune, though everyone—two-leggers and four-leggers alike—was pretty pooped.
Tres had a much better Grand Prix that wasn't reflected in the score, and I rode Ella like her hair was on fire, with GREAT success… until the canter. The trot, piaffe and passage scores were all much higher, the walk was the same, and then I made dumb mistake after dumb mistake in the canter stuff. And hey, guess where all the coefficients are hiding in the Grand Prix test? The canter! Doh!