When I was a little girl, all I ever asked for at every gift giving opportunity was a pony.
Never got one.
Something about living in suburbia made it impossible.
Still, I wanted one.
When you're 10, you imagine that a horse "can too live in the backyard."
I had to be satisfied with riding at my uncle's house in the summers and riding at a local place that rented horses by the hour.
As a young adult, I wrangled horses at a YMCA youth camp. My horse that summer was my dream horse--a white Arabian.
In all situations, the horses were wild as March hares.
When I was younger, all that 'mind-of-their-own' thing was fun for me. Made the ride all that much more enjoyable.
Then I grew up.
I had an amazing trail ride weekend in West Texas.
The horses belonged to an outfitter and they were solid as a rock.
They had to be, or you'd tumble off the side of the mountains.
The outfitter couldn't afford to have horses that weren't sound in mind and body.
It was time to get my own horse.
And I did.
I didn't make the mistake of buying because of looks (see horse below).
As they say in the horse world,
"Green riders + Green horses = Black and Blue"
In other words, someone is going to get hurt.
Odds are, it's going to be the human.
I did my research and looked at many, many horses.
I finally decided on one that fit my criteria.
He wasn't green, but boy was he smart.
Luke had my number from day one.
It took a spectacular wreck for me to be terribly afraid of riding him.
A year of weekly training sessions, a year of getting over my fear of repeating the wreck and a few thousand dollars, I was ready to get back on the trails again.
He still had my number and I ended up with a backside full of cactus spines.
I sold him with full disclosure.
So, why this post?
Geez, I'm allergic to the darn critters anyway. I sneeze and break out in hives.
It's just that the weather is cool. Perfect for trail rides.
I hear people at my son's soccer games talking about their trail rides.
I read blogs of people that are in love with their horses.
I remember the rides with my friend, DD and her great horses.
With the exception of DD's horses, all the other horses I've ever met are wacky.
They all suffer from the same problem--they're prey animals.
I just want a nice trail ride again.
Fall makes some people think of fires in the fireplace, soups and stews, warm sweaters, and raking leaves.
It makes me think of horses and trail rides.
It makes me forget my history with horses.