First I took Tango, Indiana, and The Boy to somewhere in Morgan Hill. I don't really know, it was back behind the Target? But there was a river crossing! And it was big and open and flat. There was a lovely orchard to ride through that we all opted not to because it was heavy on the bees and I didn't have my epi pen in the truck. (Still don't. Should fix that.)
|I admit that Indiana did take off with him... twice. The Boy came back laughing and did not fall, so that's a good thing.|
Then the next week I took one of my students out for a ride in Quicksilver Park. This place is not for the unfit horse, nor for the weak of spirit, but we had an amazing time on Kat and Tango.
I am legitimately in love with this park. We rode perhaps a total of five miles, lots of up and down and most of it at the walk. I got us a little lost and we scrambled down what was little more than a deer-trail. Kat was a boss after the first mile, there was plenty of jigging at first.
I was describing this ride to one of my farrier-friends, and she told me that it sounded like the beginning of a bad romance novel. And maybe it was. But there was something SO magical about having my two horses out on the trail, being well-behaved and fantastic, the weather being perfect with the clouds and the sun...
Anyways. Have two humorous videos from the second trail ride:
As an aside, the beginning of that second video catches me saying, "do as I say, not as I do..." as I proceed to wish for a helmet cam and we canter up a hill.