In which bloggers collide twice in a single week, and there is sunshine
Lytha and I used to see each other all the time. We didn't get to ride together much (because our horses were usually stabled on opposite sides of a very large Swampland county), but we participated in a lot of the same events, and sometimes we'd hang out and make soup and talk about horses when we didn't have horses close-at-hand.
|Headed up the hill, watching for deer...and bears|
But this week, Lytha came to visit...and I finally got to take her riding!
She has always been meticulous about car-washing (and truck-washing, and horse-washing), but this is a rental car. I had to take a picture, because I've never seen her in a dirty vehicle before (except in mine, obviously)
|Green grass, bright sunshine, and a happy pony. |
That's a good day, right there.
It was great to see Lytha on a horse that wasn't one of the dead-headed school horses or the green sale prospects that she's been riding lately in Germany. She saddled up Hana and out we went. She said that Hana feels a lot like Princess Buttercup , the pretty little chestnut mare she used to ride in endurance when she lived in the Swamp. The mares are of similar size and color and temperament--both pretty and nice to ride.
|The "photo by the Monument" is obligatory, |
even when the position of the sun makes the picture kind of awkward.
Hana was not a Bad Radish for our ride. She was perfectly sweet. And she had fun, too!
|Jogging the downhills. I had to pony Hana so she wouldn't drag behind.|
Obviously, I was still aboard Gigantor when I snapped this picture!
I used to get off my horse and jog down the hills too...when I had a shorter horse and knew I could always hop back up. These days, I've conditioned Gigantor to carry my butt down the hills gracefully, which she does.
|Hana would really like to stop for "lunch" in the meadow.|
I hope I see that smile on my friend's face when she finally finds the right horse to buy in Germany!
|Checking the GPS: nine caches found, eight caches not found|
Back at the parking lot: her man had amused himself geocaching while we were gone...and didn't realize that we had parked the horse trailer 10 feet from the rental car! I guess the purple flames on the rig didn't make a huge impression. Huh.
They are heading back to Germany soon, and I won't see them again for a long time. I hope they find a nice horse there...soon.
The very next day, I threw both horses in the trailer again so Hana could guide Monica around the same set of trails.
We didn't see any deer on either day, but Monica and I did see a young bear scampering across the trail ahead of us.
|Big trail-riding grin.|
Up at the Monument, Monica has an unusual approach to photography
|Hana doesn't understand why you would take a picture of something other than Hana.|
Before re-mounting, we availed ourselves of some of the local cuisine.
|Monica can get the thimbleberries that I cannot reach. |
Some days I think it must be really convenient to be tall...
Hana loves to work. She also likes to smile for the camera.
|Obligatory "overlooking Puget Sound" photo|
On the wide-trail back to the parking lot, Fiddle scooted over to Monica. "Uhm, she's asking for a hug," I said. Fiddle thinks that her Auntie Monica gives good scritches, too.
We travelled the "tourist loop": 8.5 miles, a mixture of logging road, trail, uphill and downhill, with some deep forest and some open meadows and a few big Views To the West.
If you come visit the Swampland, I'll take you too.