The road was clear, and stretched before us as an endless ribbon through the farmland. Two geldings, one mare, and three new friends set off together without an agenda, a plan, or a schedule. At each intersection, we'd look at each other and choose a path. This method lead us on an 11 mile journey, meeting a few unexpected things along the way.
|The landscape is so flat - I thought a crooked photo would be interesting.|
|The scary ponies|
Last on the list of unexpected adventures were the gunshots. Yep, three loud blasts of a rifle, quite near to us, as we rode past. The three humans all jumped, but our horses took it all in stride. The same horses that were freaked out by the ponies, hardly flinched at a sudden, unexpected, loud noise. Well, alrighty then! Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Good horsies!
A few other minor unexpecteds occurred, like S.'s mare spooking at Rhio's snort, and the golden retriever who charged us down a long driveway. With her very embarrassed owner trying to get her to obey numerous commands which the dog blatantly ignored in favor of barking wildly at us, all three horses stood quietly, patiently, totally unconcerned. The magic word was "Kennel," at which point she promptly turned tail and ran for the house.
The six of us were contentedly tired upon our return to the barn. It'll be at least a week until it's warm enough to ride again, so our thoughts and memories of this ride, and plenty of hay for the horses, will have to tide us over and get us through the wintery weather.
And just for the record, I don't think Rhio and I have ever had an 18 mile week in January before! First ride of the season is 3 months away. Let the conditioning begin!