My friend Ken loves to rode. He is a rider. That’s the highest compliment I can bestow on a person.
Hope on Velvet and I on Nova decided to double grace Ken’s life and let him ride with us at Lake Perry again. My last post was a statement of the rules.
Let me repeat my rules:
Two hours
Flat places for going fast
This ride Ken followed the rules. He found long stretches of flat land for us to go fast. Ah…sigh…
Then he lead us into the forest where we had to go up and down those steep steep trails strewn with loose rocks. I don’t mind going up. I don’t feel like I’m going to die when we are climbing steep rock-strewn trails. But going down those trails leads me to think about death…my death…dashed on the rocks.
So we went down one horrid long steep declince and I yelled at Ken…”That’s my last steep hill!” I meant it too.
Luckily we were soon to come out right by the beautiful lake and Ken promised us a picnic table not far. A picnic table might be a vision you have for those affairs with food. Not me. A picnic table is a mounting block. I can get on and off my horse from a picnic table.
As promised we came to the picnic table area of heaven. I got off and disappeared into the woods. We chatted for a while and then got back on. It was the best half way point I could have ever asked for. I could have even rode more than 2 hours, but I didn’t tell Ken that. Velvet and Nova were pretty tired.
The picnic table was next to a road with wide grassy shoulders. We rode back following the road. We found our field and road thru several fields and then we were back at the trailers. I got to go as fast as I wanted for as far as I wanted. Oh a lovely ride.
Hope and Velvet were much better acquainted on their second ride. Hope got some nice stretches of gaited heaven in. She really enjoys riding Velvet. (Hope is a rider!)
When we got back, and I mentioned again how I hate steep rock strewn downhill stretches, Ken complained just a little. He told me that when people go trail riding, they follow a trail.
HUMPH!
I’ve been pondering this philosophy for a couple days now. It sounds like a solid reasonable rule.
But I still love flat land where you can go as fast as you want when you want to.
What is a trail anyway?