We all have a list. It's the list of things we want to do/accomplish/try out in our lives. It may contain having a baby, going on safari in Africa, crab fishing, painting, learning html, going alone to a party, etc. No, those aren't all on my list, I was just tossing them out there as examples. One of the items on my list, though, was to ride a horse. Pretty simple. And odd that I never have considering I grew up in the foothills of the Sierras. Big horse country up there. Well... I have SAT on a horse. Way back when I was involved with my little Bluebirds group (an off-shoot of CampFire Girls) and one of the girls had a horse. I swear this horse was 2 stories tall. So, they put me on it and I sat there white knuckled, quietly terrified until they took me off. I have been scared of them ever since. This weekend, my dad and his friend Jerilyn invited me to go along on a horse ride. I figured why not! Well. It turned out to be a 4 hour trail ride. And I am not talking a flat trail ride, I am talking hilly, steep grades, creeks, wild pigs, and rain kind of trail ride. We started out nice and easy until we came across a farm of llamas. The horses didn't like that so much. Jerilyn's freaked out, Dad's danced, and mine... mine started trotting. And I started laughing. Because hell if I knew what to do with a trotting horse! Apparently I am supposed to be in charge of the horse. Hahahaha! Hold on a second while I wipe the tears of laughter and incredulity from my eyes. I did get a basics lesson that morning but everything Jerilyn told me went right out my brain when that horse started going. I did get the horse under control (after Jerilyn yelled at me) and we sedately continued on our walk. All in all, it wasn't a horrible experience. But it is definitely an experience to be checked off my List.
This is my dad and I. He is riding Chix, I am on Tem. Not sure that it means anything but there we go.
This is Jerilyn, me, and my dad.This is my dad and I. He is riding Chix, I am on Tem. Not sure that it means anything but there we go.
I have never been that little girl that loved horses but I can now see why people do. :)
5 comments:
And you have a cowboy hat on too!
Opps, I mean cowGIRL hat.
You totally look the part.
So cute!
So four hours your first time out huh?!
Are you sore at all now?
Sounds like a fun weekend.
YES, YES, YES!!! Good for you, now to tell my mom, she'll be so proud! I might get in trouble for not knowing exactly where you went to tell her but who cares! It's that you did it that counts!
Hm. Was I sore. That's a good question! Let's just say that all the way down to my finger tips I was sore. I had trouble knitting that night. I also have VISIBLE bruising in the nether regions. Trotting=no good for the vajayjay.
Woot! Looks like fun (except for the sore vajayjay - ouchies!!)
I'm glad you're having fun on vacation!
(Also have to mention that the chestnut horse is Dooley.)
So so glad you stayed in the saddle, and somewhat in the middle even! =)
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