In which training continues, and there's just a bunch of trotting on trails
Fiddle is mostly "not-exciting." She's learned so much about being a trail horse. She's surefooted. She's sensible. She doesn't spook at much, and she can travel down the trail at a ground-covering trot for hours at a time.
We did 18 miles the other day in 2.5 hours--that's pretty brisk!
On any other horse, a pace like that would feel like racing, but we were singing "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" and other silly songs, not whipping our noble steeds into a frothy speed.
I glanced down at the GPS: 14 miles per hour. Who would've guess that the speed creates a good cadence for silly songs?
Wish me luck. (It's a good thing she and I are both still quite young, right?)
Here's something totally random: I finally took a picture of my "new" saddle (it's the same saddle, but a new saddle seat):
Life is good. Even in the rain. After all, without the rain it wouldn't be a Swamp!