Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday Morning Coming Down
All my cowgirl friends were otherwise engaged this morning so I rode out alone. Johnnie and I had a 2-hour blast of crazy fun on the ski trails and lived to tell about it. He started out being very balky and "no I don wanna" but at the end he was crisp and sharp, and loving it, and did not take the turn back to the barn until I insisted. And at the stoop he was so honey sweet, I could tell it had finally been a good experience for him. And hurray! I did not get lost in the ski trail system, which is a huge fear of mine! You can wander and circle around in there forever and never return... Here's a ski bench, at an odd height designed for skiers to lean on and rest or adjust their skis.
And we visited Johnny's swimming hole where fresh tasty green riverside vegetation requires his attention:
And on the way home we passed this dad whose children were all chanting "Go across Dad!' as he encountered an existential reluctance to cross this log over the river:
He tried to dodge the inevitable by saying, "Look kids up there is a horse!" but they were not susceptible; 'Come on Dad! Cross the log!" Do you think he crossed, or not?
To view some beautiful trail photos from across the truly big ocean, go here:
Zoe's Life, and see a lovely British cowgirl's route with her Dales Pony Zoe. a true superstar.