Night riders

Oh wow. I'd never ridden my horse before at night. I mean, in the pitch black. Its a whole totally different experience. Collin and I took Gracie and Jessie up on to the ridge of the mountain at Owl Creek, under the full Harvest Moon. That was, until the clouds came across the sky and created a blackout for part of the ride! The horses, were spectacular. I gained a new respect. Instead of us telling them where to go and which trail, we handed our trust over to them. Calmly and serenly the two mares took us on a midnight adventure, with a gourmet soup, chicken salad, wine and chocolate fest at the picnic table at the top of the ridge. Their surefootedness in the dark, on the rocky ridge, was stunning. Sobering even. And I bonded with my little horse on a new level. Even Bonzai, Collin's Boxer dog stuck close and guarded our trail. I know, this is the stuff of corporate 'outward bound weekends' and that's the farthest thing on my lifestyle list, but the effect was the same for this self employed sex in the country girl. Give and take, trust and listening are a huge part of horsemanship too.