|Last year, headed up a big big hill|
|Further up the hill|
I couldn't believe how many ladies I knew were at the trail head headed back as we headed out, so nice to see dressage riders stretching their limits. Off we went me, my endurance friend, sprinklerbandit, and another fellow eventer from out of town. The four horses were going two different paces and we naturally broke into pairs with several hundred feet between. Arabs in the back, eventing horses in the front. I had to laugh a bit that the endurance horses were slower, granted I use the term loosely as Topper really thinks he is a dressage horse, and the other arab was only on her 3rd trail ride since starting her second career after racing (yes around a track like thoroughbreds do).
|She says this is much more interesting than turning left.|
|Classic Topper attitude|
|He says, "Now you try to strike a pose Lindsey."|
|"Oh goodness look away from the camera Lindsey, think 'blue steel' like me!"|
|Finally not making an awkward face!|
The weather was perfect and the views absolutely glorious! Typical of the high desert, when the sun dipped below the horizon the temps started a drastic drop making the last part of the ride just a bit chilly.
|Finishing with the sun only touching the tips of the hills|
|Looking out across the valley, those mountains in the distance are a solid 50 miles away|
|Bam, inspiring vista|
|Riding the ridge|
Today I rode Diva in the field while the boys were locked in their new pen that I built on Friday. I fell in love with her all over again. We just cruised around and she had a swinging walk and a relaxed demeanor. I got Bridger out to ride, but we ended up just grooming as the rancher to the west turned out cows on a new section and they were very distracting (and I wasn't in the mood for a fat lip).
|He did agree to having his picture taken:)|