Two good days of riding in a row! We are now able to get up early and get out and back and still have time for chores. We are still riding in our chinks and gloves, but able to wear fewer layers and lighter coats. Both Jupiter and Buster were ready for a ride and came easily to us.
Saturday was a short ride, but due to my picking the wrong trail, which led us back to the road kind of early, it worked out; because like Lynn said, it is just good to be out and ahorseback. We both had things to do when we got home anyway.
We didn't ride last weekend due to rain and the boys have been on grass all week. The week before we had been taking them out for half an hour to get used to grass. They are fat and happy. But then there's Mr. Sassypants. Every weekend that we have ridden, he has been huffing and stopping to catch his breath. I didn't expect to have issues with him--after all, he is now 13 and is supposed to be past all that mischief. Nope, he is a twisty-neck horse who wants his own way. Heaven forbid we pass up a good grassy spot without eating. (He kept looking back to make sure Buster didn't get any either!) Or maybe he thinks all the grass will be gone by the time he gets home. Or maybe, and this is probably most of it, he needs to be ridden--a lot--so he remembers how to act and who is in charge. Every year we start out like this.
Sunday we rode Underwood. After worrying about getting stuck in our usual parking place, we decided parking at the dry camp a few turns up the road might be just the ticket! Yepper. Perfect. The boys thought we were somewhere new. We had a great ride and got back in time for church; my idea of a perfect Sunday morning.
Lynn's saddle should be here tomorrow. She is super excited and plans to work on getting it just right. She will probably take Zigs and go for a short ride--which will make that jealous boy happy.
