I picked the coldest day of the year to go and ride my horse. I picked up Amy and her horse Pudding and we meet Becca and her horse Wedgie and went to a new place for us called Mingo Trails. We had the place to ourselves since we were the stupidest people in the area. (Well there were a bunch of people going to a horse show in Byron, so maybe not.) We were dressed to the hilt (keeping in mind that we are weak Georgians so it was 43 degrees). It was quite the adventure. Especially for my frind Amy. First she got kicked by Becca's horse Wedgie. Wedgie nailed Amy in her foot. She hasn't gotten it x-rayed yet, but probably broken. Keeping with the tough ridin girls, we kept riding. Then Amy's horse Puddin layed down on her. So with her injured foot, she had to hobbled off. Pudding got up and shook. We think his girth was too tight. After figuring out how to remount, we kept riding. We finally turned for the trailer when we thought the temperature dropping.
We rode 6 miles. We are hoping to ride again next Sunday, then I am doing an ACTHA ride on the 15th.
Total for the year is 20.5 miles.
On a side note, I am fascinated by the ability of our trail horses. None of the three horse had ever been to this place before, we get them out of the trailer, saddle them up and head out. They are just not fazed by this at all. Well Puddin is convince there is a murderous tree stump out there and it just might be the next one that we see. But all he does and gives it the evil eye as he passes. Poor Puddin had to go past a lot of stumps at one point of the trail. Of course that said, if I took Oreo to an arena with people sitting in the stands and flashes going off. I could start looking for him in the rafters somewhere.