Work: day off. Again.
I spent the day at my state’s Horse Fair, a winter festival of lectures, demonstrations, and association booths. I learned:
1) There is a whole parallel western world of which I know nothing.
2) Western riding is looking more and more like dressage: balanced seat, legs underneath the body, legs in contact with the horse, knees and ankles at English angles. Not a lot of Sit Your Pockets anymore.
3) Riders are less likely to fall off a western saddle and western horses are less likely to suffer freak accidents, judging by the lack of helmets.
4) Drill teams are awesome. However, I will not be able to ride in one with a horse this far from the center of the bell curve in height, unless I find a squadron of giraffes.
I was inspired to go back to groundwork exercises with Rodney, mainly by counter-example. I have no use for most of the clinicians I have seen to date, including some Very Big Names, but that is a conversation for another day, in private, over a glass of your favorite amber-colored liquid.