Friday was a beautiful day, got into the mid-60s! We went late to the League and met up with friends that we haven't seen in ages. All are far-flung, from Pennsylvania, North Carolina, and elsewhere.
We had not planned on riding with them, they have 'gaited' horses. When we ride with gaited horses we tend to ride fast, and sometimes recklessly. We had planned on going to the Woodstock Inn, but we did not.
I wish I could say it was uneventful, but it was not. Skip hates to ride with a 'large' group; anything over four horses is large in his mind. He gets totally wound up and excited. Plus the gaiting horses were moving quickly and he was determined to keep up with them.
In most "gaited" breeds, an ambling gait is a hereditary trait. I have only ridden one in my life and she was smooth, smooth, smooth. You would never have to learn to 'post' if you rode a gaited horse.
Other horses can have a smooth trot, but you still will have a 'bump.' Not with a gaited horse, the fizz will still be in your beer, and you won't spill a drop.
We never did get lunch on the trail, learned a new trail, got lost only once, and Skip bucked Tom off. He has the bruises to prove it.
Saturday started out nice, but the wind picked up, really blustery and cold through out the day. Worked on this and that around the house, then went to his mother's for Thanksgiving dinner #2. I fed everybody early, which surprised them, but didn't have to ask them twice.
By Sunday the wind had diminished, but still cold. Never got above 40 and we never got around to riding. Even with my flannel-lined jeans it was too cold for me. I hear 'snow' in the weather reports for the coming week.
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