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”