Look, Ma; no dust! |
and going.
We rode down the gravel road past changing trees,
and back up the hill through the vineyards, enjoying the fruit on the vines and the beautiful views. With the grapes getting ripe, I suppose noise-makers will soon keep us out of these areas for awhile. Those propane 'cannons,' injured deer distress calls, and screeching bird sounds can be unnerving to a horse!
Rick is taking a firm stance against my getting another horse, so what I have is all I can work with (except for occasional brief rides on students' horses). I'm disappointed, but Lance is doing well, has lost a bit of weight and isn't tripping nearly as much. I've even cantered him – very carefully for very short stretches well away from the sides of the arena in case he crashes again. I am thankful for every ride, and I love my big red goober.
4 comments:
Hooray for clean air, rain and nice rides. Maybe Rick will relent if something nice comes along? Gene made a firm stance once, I think that was before Jack came to live with us.....
Theresa, you don't know my husband....
Oh . . . I'm kinda bummed about the line in the sand for a new horse for you. Doesn't seem right, but it does sound like you are getting some horse time with Lance, which I know feeds your soul. I'm glad for that :-)
Gorgeous riding areas! Thanks for the photo essay and I am hoping you soon have a pal for Lance.
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