In which we still aren't lame and we still aren't dead and the sun shines on us
After viewing the video in my last post, my farrier sent a note via Facebook:
Wow - she does look NICE and sound, though. Solidly, completely, stunningly sound. Love it!
So, I went riding.
|26 miles in about 5 and a half hours, including a stop at 14 miles for beetpulp (Fiddle) and a sandwich (me).|
Deets are HERE.
And neither of us died. So, that's a good thing. Here are a few photos from the trail:
|Early morning light on the trail|
Fee and I left the trailhead around 8:30am--pretty early for a training ride. Instead of the grey skies and intermittent gloom overhead that we experienced last Sunday, there was blue and sun. Makes a huge difference for this horse and rider team!
|Suspects du jour: Eleni, Duana, Patty, and Kitty|
Kitty and Mac joined us for a while so we could catch up on socializing, then they split off to zoom around some hills.
We walked with the group as far as the "Cone Tree"--a landmark at the 5-mile point. Then they went back to the trailers (with a bit of a detour?) and Fiddle and I took off downhill to add another 5 miles to our day.
I wanted to push us both a bit with this ride--it's the longest we've gone since my second hip surgery and her injury last winter. In 2016 we did plenty of riding, but I only did one competition: a 25-miler on a borrowed gaited horse. I needed to know if we could still "do the thing."
|Back at the trailer: a bath|
Apparently, yeah. We can still do the thing.
At the end of 26 miles, Fiddle and I continue not to be lame or dead (and not imminently dead, either) so we went to lunch: her in the trailer, and me with the Suspects at our favorite Thai restaurant.
Riding: it makes life