Saturday was the first day of hunting season, so Lynn and I stayed clear of any real trail riding and kept to the meadow area on Hennessey. We played with cows and looked for bears (we found lots of scat!). We rode down a dirt road until we could go no further without trespassing on people's driveways. Coming back, Brady found his comfortable trot and we moved right along. Occasionally we went into a bit of a canter and he would have easily stretched into an all-out-run. He blew spit all over me as he tossed his head in his unhappiness at having the reins so short. We felt good together and finally I slowed him and down and we went back for Ziggy and Lynn who were doing their own thing.
We picked apples and hung out in the meadow until the loose horses came running to where we were. Lynn tried to shoo them away, but they were hungry for apples. They did not cause any ruckus and we were able to cross over to the creek. Ziggy looked smoother than ever going up the embankment and when it was our turn, Brady jumped up it.
We encountered a bee that would not leave us alone and Brady panicked a little. However, we did not have a rodeo--we just kept moving ahead. Although it followed us for quite a way, it did not sting him. Coming out, we ran up the little hills that lead to the top field and both of us felt good at the end of the ride.
If wet blankets make good horses, check out the foamy sweat Brady worked up! (Pictures soon.)
Back at the house Star had obviously run most of the time were gone. He and Indy were not happy at being left home. Lynn is planning another ride (after hunting probably) on the branch of Trinity Summit's Pacific Crest Trail. I'll ride Star for that one since it would be too much for Brademan. When you coming over, Alisa?
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