Well...the saga continues. Blue has been doing such a great job, the ranch hand thought we should try riding at the Great Sand Dunes park today. We loaded up his horse, convinced Blue that the trailer wouldn't kill him, and went out there.
We tacked up and I walked Blue to the trailhead to let him get any "spook" out before I got on him. We got to the trailhead and mounted up, and walked off with no problems.
Blue went down and then up the ditch with no problems. He wasn't too fond of the deep sand, but went through it. He played in the water and we cantered a little bit following Cherokee.
We continued to walk around and Cherokee cantered again. I asked Blue to follow (didn't kick or slap or yell...just asked) and he started to canter.
I did an epic job at falling off him. I thought I had a good grip on my reins to stop him, but apparently his will was stronger than my reins. I went over his shoulder (or at least I think that's what happened?) and landed on my head. I'm just glad I was on sand, and had a helmet on.
After I could breathe again, I started to chase Blue, since he was loose. Seeing that he was abused in his past, he was a handful to catch. About an hour of trying and we gave up, heading back for the truck. Blue followed just out of reach behind Cherokee.
Getting him back into the trailer took another half hour or so.
I'm hoping to not be too sore tomorrow and try to ride again (but this time in the field at home) and if I'm too sore to ride, we'll think about learning to get into and out of the trailer.
We ride to fly, to touch the sky in a way we can't do on our own; to relax and know that we are completely one with another being; to share our innermost secrets, fears, worries, hopes and dreams without fear of being laughed at. We ride to live.