Once upon a time... there was a horse-crazy girl. I lived in New York City and played with toy horses, and played horses with my other horse-crazy friends. We would whinny and snort and gallop around with jump-ropes around their waists like reins. I read Misty of Chincoteague, Black Beauty, The Black Stallion, and anything else I could get my hands on. I dreamed of riding, and even owning a horse. But lessons at Claremont Stables or rides in Central Park were much too expensive, and the biggest pets my parents would allow in the apartment were 3 mice, Pinky, Stinky and Geranium. I did eventually learn to ride, and even hunted, but then abandoned it all for decades.
Fast forward 30 plus years. I rediscovered horses and riding, and was determined never to let this slip away again. One thing led to another, and I now have 2 beautiful horses, Cruise, a 6 yo TWH and Shadow, a 10 yo MFT, both geldings, and live with them, my wonderful husband (who did not sign up to be a horse husband) and our dog Sadie, in the Warner Mountains of Eastern Oregon. Does my husband think I'm crazy? You bet, when it comes to horses. And I often agree. There is so much to learn, and the very real potential for injury... but so much joy to be had as well! We moved here 6 months ago from Portland, OR and the horses have only been on the property for 3 weeks. So far it's going way better than I could have possibly imagined (I have a tendency to stay awake at night thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong). We are all on a big adventure!