Training Journal Turtle step are milestones when one is bumbling around in the intro-basement, leaping up in an attempt to catch the bottom rung of the ladder in any given discipline. That was overly negative. Turtle step are milestones when one is proceeding at the speed of an attack glacier. Ahem. Turtle steps areContinue reading “A Series Of Turtle Steps”
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A Series of Ears
Training Journal Wednesday, July 3. Milton at Stepping Stone Farm. Lesson. Thursday, July 4. Milton at Falcon Hill Farm. Schooling in the field. Friday, July 5. Rodney at Stepping Stone Farm. Schooling in the covered ring. Saturday, July 6. Milton at Falcon Hill Farm. Schooling among the trees & up/down hills. Sunday, JulyContinue reading “A Series of Ears”
Dream Rides, Shows
Adventures in Saddle Seat Not my own saddle seat adventures. I’m at Stepping Stone Farm often these days, but with Milton or Rodney. I haven’t saddle seated since … one lesson in May? This is living vicariously through other people’s saddle seat adventures. Three horses and riders from SSF are at the Kentucky HorseContinue reading “Dream Rides, Shows”
SitRep Summer 2019
I’ve never worked so hard in my life. Wait, that’s not true. I’ve worked harder plenty of times. Let me rephrase that. I’ve never put so much work into a horse in my life. Milton has a tendency not to move. Or to move too much. Either way, he is avoiding work. One wayContinue reading “SitRep Summer 2019”
The Unexpected Anguish Of Not Attending Camp
Today is the first day of advanced camp at Falcon Hill Farm. I am not among the campers. Pause for dramatic sniffle. Last year, Milton and I rode in Stepping Stone Farm’s advanced camp [1, 2, 3, 4]. This year, Milton and I are taking lessons at a hunter/jumper barn. Surely, we will ride inContinue reading “The Unexpected Anguish Of Not Attending Camp”
A Short, Strange Trip
On My Mind, Miscellaneous Visuals [In Which I Learn The Power of Simply Being There] Thank you for reading, Katherine Walcott
In Which I Learn The Power of Simply Being There
It was a short, strange trip. A friend’s mother died after a nasty illness. My friend was, as you would expect, not happy. I went to DC in order to provide moral support during the funeral mass. I flew up. Stayed with her for three days. Went home. That was it. You have to understand,Continue reading “In Which I Learn The Power of Simply Being There”
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