I Rode A Horse Up A Hill Today....
I went for a trail ride today. To be more accurate, I went for two. I hadn't planned on even the one, and had even brought my camera so I could take pics of the lesson on long lining with Dim, but my Horse People Friends tend to follow the wind as it were, and I got to the barn to find AnnaMontana waiting, with two other horses, and since it was just the three of us, had to assume plans had changed.
They do that.
But it was lovely, a bit in the ring, and then out for a lovely trail ride around the farm, thru the woods, talking and relaxing.
Then they mentioned they were going to another friends for another trail ride, and would I like to come along? Well, sure, I thought, I can do this again.
Little did I know (Yes, I have always wanted to use that phrase in a sentence) I had not yet, ever, been on a TRAIL RIDE.....
Think about the difference between biking on a paved bike path, and say, Mountain Biking in Colorado. The Bunny hill and a Black Diamond, in Skiing. Jogging a mile and the Boston Marathon.
They don't mess around. They were very nice, and picked me a lovely mare named Channel, that's her in the picture above. They kept talking a "Hill" and saying how it really wasn't so bad, so many times I said "Are we talking a little trial by fire never hurt anyone here"
Yes, they said, you're going to learn to swim. (And not in the kinder gentler manner, more the "here's the deep end we are throwing you in" kind of way)
The thing was a small mountain. I couldn't believe one could get ANYTHING up it, let alone a HORSE. My friends were really wonderful and there are no other three people I trust more riding (Heh. They said) but they are Adventurous riders.
I am now too.
I got up it. And down the other side, which wasn't as bad, and even ran up yet another hill. Thru the woods, (and let me tell you the TRAIL part of Trail Ride has a wide interpretation,) until we got back to the bottom of the flip side of the Bloody Monster Hill.
Yeah. The Big Hill we came UP? Well, if you go at it the other way, it goes DOWN.
It's a lot like it was being covered in Bees for the first time. Sheer terror and disbelief, that one could GET ones self into something like this, followed by a strength, exhilaration and total new sense of, um, Superhero Power. I wouldn't have taken this ride a year ago. It took everything I had in my mind and riding ability to take it today.
I am sure there are any number of metaphors about Climbing Mountains and finding yourself, I can't seem to think of any just now, but I know they are out there. And like the first time being covered in Bees, I am not the same person.
I want to do it again. Only we will run up it this time, like two of my friends did.
We went to dinner afterwords in an old Schoolhouse Bar in, well, I have no idea where it was, as was proven when I got completely lost trying to leave the place, only got home because I accidentally FOUND it again, and went back and made them actually go outside and show me the darn road, but that's bedsides the point.
Had the best meal ever. (I think it was a cheeseburger)
And I rode a horse up a hill today.
Love and Mountains,