Back In the Saddle

As an elementary aged kid I rode horses. It was the most important thing in my life ~ to have a horse and ride. I did 4-H and rode both English and Western. I spent my weekends at the stable taking care of my horse, drinking warm Pepsi out of the can, and learning boatloads of responsibility. My parents would drive me to shows at the Longmont fairgrounds and I'd enter anything I could.

One of my most vivid memories was entering a showmanship event. I'd taken my time getting my horse Holiday all show sheened up, brushed and beautiful. Then on to riding in a bareback event... not a good idea. I was on and then I was off. Slid right off that shiny back. Our friend's dad, all 6' 5" 250+ lbs. came bounding down the arena stairs to my rescue. I was fine, but my 10 year old (or so) ego was a little bruised. My 4-H highlight was winning High Point Pee Wee at a show, I got an engraved silver plate and everything. I can't think of a better way to gain confidence than to ride, and if one is so lucky, own a horse.

That is me when I was taking lessons on Holiday.

The trainer gave her to us with the understanding that

we'd give her back when we were ready. It was a sad day when

her gates were off and wasn't "show quality" anymore.

My parents graciously bought me a new one, Preka.

Me today! This is Tamale, he's an awesome horse.

What fun to have the chance to ride with Tennison.

This was his first time EVER on a big horse - Heidi, Tamale's girlfriend.

My sister also got to join us today, that was fun for all of us.

The big blessing in all of this is that we met the horses owner, Mat, while he coached Tennison is soccer last Spring. We had to pick up a soccer ball at his house and learned he owns property about a minute from us and will allow me to ride whenever I want. First I need to relearn the ropes. I'm in heaven when I smell those horses and love going home with it on my clothes... doesn't last long enough for me.

Happy trails!