As I sit here listening to the rain pound on the roof for the last 72 hours, I have been looking through the pictures of last years trailriding adventures. Wishing I was out on the trail, instead of freezing cold typing on my computer.
To back up a bit. I am new to trailriding. I had never really ridden the trails before. Oh yeah. I had taken a simple walk out on the trails. But I have never gotten technical. I CERTAINLY never moved faster than a walk. My trailriding companions consisted of sedate riders that wanted to take their show horses out for a walk. The footing had to be good. The weather had to be hot, etc. You get the idea.
I am not new to horses. I have been around horses all my life. Mostly horses that are used for showing and breeding. My daughter got into Hunter/Jumpers and we geared all our horse purchases to that discipline. And as time went on. I sort of stopped riding and started enjoying being a show mom.
Then one day I made the innocent comment that I would like to get a horse for myself in the future. Just a trail horse. Nothing fancy. Something I could tootle around on and have fun with. My good friend a Morgan breeder and trainer said, "If you are serious, I have the perfect little Quarter horse mare for you."
Next thing I know, we are building a shelter and paddock in my backyard. That was only the beginning.........
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