It's 70*F

And all I want to do is go riding.  But little missy is still out to fat pasture and will be until probably the first week in May.  I miss her, but I know it's best for her to be where she is and I know we still have some cold weather heading our way.

I'm coming to terms with the thought that this might be her last year up on the mountain with Mom's herd, that she might have to live down here on the plains with me.  We spent some time at Rocky Mountain Horse Expo watching a demonstration on at-liberty obstacle courses.  I feel like that might be something to keep her brain engaged once I can't ride her any more.  We'll see how she does this summer on the mountain, but I know it's a possibility that it could be her last year.  I certainly hope not, though.

If I have any readers left, I'll put up the post of the livery's last ride in October.  Let me tell you, if it was a scored trail obstacle course, Estee and I would have won first place.  She was a rock star and did everything I asked of her - including ponying two mules who hadn't been trained to pack or pony.  Too bad there aren't any pictures of the two of us on that ride; the photographer was hired to take pictures of the livery horses and riders, not me and my girl.