I love to ride on the beach, and I've been antsy to take Lance ever since I got him. In fact, I planned to take him to the beach before bringing him home – since he was living at a stable on the coast! But that didn't work out, and neither have any of the trips I've tried to plan all this year.
This summer my son and I accompanied Rick to a vet call north of Pacific City. His client lives across the road from the best access to the best beach I've seen for riding. I've been campaigning to go back with our horses ever since, to no avail. Until yesterday.
We didn't have long to ride, so I didn't have time to work Lance through all his concerns about this strange new experience, but I was proud of how well he did. By the end he was walking calmly on shiny, wet sand, although still avoiding (but no longer scrambling madly away from) foamy wavelets advancing upon us. The stress of it all left him a sweaty boy, however!