As many of you probably already read on Viva Carlos, L visited last week. I know a lot of bloggers talk about how they don’t like to let other people ride their horses, but I’m pretty easy going and will generally let anyone ride my horses. And if you actually know how to ride, even better! When I mentioned she was coming to ride because she was temporarily horseless, my husband – who does not know his famous horse bloggers like her should – said, oh, does she want to lease Shasta? No. She rides 3’6″ rated hunters. No, she does not want to lease your semi-lame fatty.
L started out on Nilla and was mostly interested in taking pictures of her adorable ears. Which I totally get. Because the ears are the best part.
L was being rather tentative with her. I was like, just go jump her. She loves jumping. She will be happy.
And she was. Though once we switched and I got on her, I could see why L was hesitant. Mule had some attitude that evening. We ended up riding out on the trail down to the creek so I didn’t have time that evening, but the next night we worked on transitions and listening and not just barging around dragging your riders arms out of their socket. So, I’m sorry L. Although I fully admit she’s a pain in the ass, she’s usually better.
L hopped on Eugene for our brief trail ride and seemed to have fun with him. I actually haven’t ridden Eugene yet, so she beat me to it!
He was pretty hilarious in the creek. He kept trying to eat things that aren’t even remotely food, like boulders and logs and gravel.
After we returned to the barn, we grabbed a quick dinner at the Melt. It’s not my favorite place, but there aren’t a lot of quick options open at 8:30 at night. It was great to sit and chat with L. As a native bay area resident, she has some memories of this place not being a traffic-ridden, unaffordable nightmare. She did, however, sympathize with my desire to move away from here, which is my 2 year plan.
For anyone else local or traveling who wants to visit and do a ride, feel free to email me. I love meeting new people. And I have a sane packer pony if you’re worried about the mule being crazy. Which she is. But still, a lot of fun. Sometimes. When she feels like it.