Last week, a kind person offered to let me try her firebreathing, American Saddlebred show horse. I said no. I hate myself. The gentleman in question was a gorgeous, powerful chestnut who had done well this season, including placing at their big, end-of-the-year, National show. It was an honor to be asked. I wish IContinue reading “Taking On Challenges”
Category Archives: Riding
HHW: Day 2 – What Do I Want?
Sunday was our day to chat with a trainer from another part of the state [HHP]. She very sensibly asked what I was looking for. Ultimately, I am looking for a horse. Right now, I would settle for a short answer to that question. The one thing the poor woman didn’t want was my lifeContinue reading “HHW: Day 2 – What Do I Want?”
On Your Mark. Get Set. Go.
Over the weekend, Stepping Stone Farm held a games night. Hubby and I went over to corral stray kids & horses. My last mounted games competition was at college during the riding team’s end-of-term party. Our coach made a point of saving the eggs for the egg-and-spoon race for weeks, making sure you really didContinue reading “On Your Mark. Get Set. Go.”
Control Issues
For my fourth lesson at Stepping Stone Farm, I had my first driving lesson. Control issues. I don’t have them. I don’t want anyone in charge of me. I don’t want to be in charge of anyone. This is why I am a freelance writer and not an air traffic controller. On horseback, I haveContinue reading “Control Issues”
Jump Crew
Well, this has been a happy little corner of the universe lately. I’ll aim for more cheerful today. After lunging, Hubby jumps Rodney over a few cavaletti, partly for training but mostly because it’s fun to watch him jump. Although I haven’t done courses, Rodney seems about average in knowing that the jumps have beenContinue reading “Jump Crew”
And Yet More Existential Blathering
As you might have suspected, I told the story of my first reverse epiphany for a reason. A week ago, I had another of my Rodney-inspired tailspins. Hubby was lunging & Rodney was being a dork. His behavior might even have been considered progress. The dorkiness was more from TB enthusiasm than tension. In spiteContinue reading “And Yet More Existential Blathering”
Whoa There Cowboy
I was having a seriously bad day on the cross-country phase of a Horse Trials [Reverse]. My horse had come out of the start box on his hind legs and had subsequently acquired a number of stops at a variety of fences. I was furious. I was fuming. I was determined that we were gettingContinue reading “Whoa There Cowboy”
Virtual Brush Box 