This is the way I looked when I left the house today: This is the way I looked when I got home: All images metaphorical. I don’t ride in full dressage kit, but I was looking particularly spiffy in a white tank top, gray breeches, and cowboy boots. When I Read more…
Despite the billion-degree heat, I’ve continued my riding lessons. I’ve switched over to Western for a couple of reasons. I wasn’t progressing with my English lessons, and in fact I was getting worse. I was also intrigued by the “new” Western riding style, which borrows elements from both disciplines. And Read more…
Horseback riding always ungruntles me. I had a wonderful lesson on the sweet Missy, a chestnut mare with four white stockings and a white blaze. Down here they refer to the white markings as “chrome,” which I love so very much. Missy is a well-trained Western mare who I ride Read more…