Queen Estes still isn't feeling the best, but after a couple of weeks of lounging around the pen, she had to get out. She was not at all up to doing the ride we had planned, but I had to take her out for a short ride. I decided I'd just take her around the Ski Road loop, about two miles, at a walk to just stretch her legs out. Maybe walk off some of the soreness from standing around eating for two weeks.
I threw a bareback pad on and headed out at a walk. She did great for the first block or so and then she must have decided the soreness was gone and started really stepping it up. By the time we actually got to Ski Road, I had to work to keep her to a walk. We turned the corner and I let her move into a trot. Three, four strides at most and she broke into a canter. I gave it about two second's worth of thought and let her go. Sometimes you just gotta run. We were halfway up the hill before I realized that we were cantering. Bareback. And I wasn't even freaking out about it. I was actually having a good time.
It wasn't very long, maybe only a quarter of mile, and she was really building a good head of steam before I started to bring her back down to a walk. After being stagnant for so long, the last thing I wanted to do was lame her up.
The ride was fabulous, even if it only lasted fifteen minutes.
Coming across the Willow Tree Trail
Gem hasn't lost him yet.
Top of the trail
Looking back over the beaver ponds/dams
Peek-a-boo...I see Gem
Duck, El Poquito Diablo!
It was nice of Mom to worry, but he managed to follow the first rule of horseback riding: Keep the horse between you and the ground. Bill, however, failed that rule not once, but twice. Yep, fell clean off of his scary, fire breathing mustang.
As we rode back into the yard, we could see Mom grooming her two grays. I'd told her that I'd go out with her after I got back from the big ride. We hung out and chatted a bit while I waited for my ibuprofen to kick in, bid El Poquito Diablo and his girlfriend goodbye and then headed out for our ride.
My knees were on fire, so we settled on a short ride. One just long enough to get them limbered up and out of the pen for a while. Washoe behaved himself beautifully - mostly because I kept him moving along quickly enough that he didn't have time to even think about eating or being a gooberhead.
By the time Mom and I went out, I was pretty much camera'd out, so I only managed to snag one good one of her.
We got back just as it started spitting rain. Talk about perfect timing!
Three rides in one day, on three different horses, yeah, my knees are telling me about it. But my heart is happy.