In which all work and no play is NOT the way we do things around here!

When there's work to do, my friends are there to help.
But let's face it: we like to ride!
Sure, there's sn*w everywhere (still), and the thermometer hasn't risen above freezing in at least four days, and we are Swampdwellers who prefer moss to icicles.

We are also endurance riders. Adversity is good training.
And riding with friends
is fun!

Strap on your helmet and join the parade:

The sun is shining. It's a good day to get out and play!


  1. Hey, why is your dirt all white??

    Looks like a great ride with great company!

  2. I would be happy to even be in the neighborhood of "freezing"! Though, as I said elsewhere, you guys are bloomin' diehards to be out riding when it's cold enough for the "dirt" to be white!
    Still, it IS good to balance the work with some play!

  3. Looks like a great ride! We had bad weather in North Carolina where if it wasn't snowing, it was raining and all our usually haunts were underwater. What a waste of a holiday.

    Hopefully back in the saddle this weekend when things dry out.

  4. I am so JEALOUS!!!! It's so icy here I can't safely GET my horse to the trailer or I'd be riding. Talk about serious withdrawal going on.

    That's quite a group you have going there. Very Impressive riding here in the winter time. I'm lucky if I see one other horse when I do get to ride this time of year.

  5. Sounds like a great time. You're very lucky to have a special circle of riding friends to keep you getting out there to ride as often as you do.
    That's what kept me riding last winter and Spring so often. I sure do miss it, but after Apache's lameness and my own injuries, we all kind of lost touch and moved on to other things.
    Thats one of my goals this year is to get back involved with a riding group of friends, because I really benefit from riding with others.


  6. I *am* lucky, weather notwithstanding. I try to never lose track of my high degree of luckiness.


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