Rosebud River Ranch
Yesterday I rode for the first time in two weeks and my legs reminded me of that when I hobbled out of bed. Wouldn't it be great if we could get "in" shape as fast as we get "out" of shape?
We've had a stretch of nice clear weather in Seattle, with a high pressure system sending all the Pacific moisture north into Canada (or somewhere-- good riddance.) Vigorous windshield ice scraping is required in the mornings. Out in the foothills, it was as good as it gets this time of year, and after my lesson I rode around the ranch with an old buddy getting caught up on the latest barn news and gossip.
I rode a Palomino mare named "Belle" and she was a good sport, although on the frisky side yesterday. Of course, she would rather eat hay with her best friend (below) than try to become a fancy dressage horse. So we're two of a kind-- I'd rather ride around in the sunshine chatting than work hard in the arena. Don't look for me at the horse show anytime soon.
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