There were water falls, not someone hiding getting bucked off.
Have no idea how this could be my first trip to Hidden Falls in Auburn. Well, right. Because Dressaaghe.
Wonderful area, with plenty of hikers and bikers even on a weekday morning. Thrilled I got the opportunity to come here with Valiosa! These pictures, all borrowed – we took no time to take any of our own. And 5 year olds don’t want to wait around.
After the winter rains set in, it greens up like this. Going back, on horse or not!
Somewhere in the middle, it was just too much for Valiosa.
Like a suburb-mom OD’d on pompoms and paisley – she was done with it all. Bolted down the hill almost killing us both among the rocks.
That was about as exciting as it got on our last trail ride with our friends Vivian and Orion. The rest, a piece of cake, and she even went into a shallow part of Folsom lake without having a fit.
Last week we trailered to PEC just to school, so that Orion, who is also only 5 could get a chance to see it before next month’s show. No exciting fun pictures from that trip. Really, how many shots of a horse tied to a trailer can you stand?
This trail ride was SO much better! Thank you Vivian for a great day!!
Sterling Point Staging area at Folsom Lake is great!
Hey, you know that small little “shove” with the seatbones to get into canter?
Yes, the one that comes when riding and the canter doesn’t just naturally sort of “happen”, immediately on the aid. Yeah, that shove. Don’t do it!
It’s a pest to train it out. It was never a thing I did, but now I’m doing it!
To erase it, I’m trying to focus on sitting evenly on the seatbones, asking for the canter while thinking “Come UP into canter”, with a light feel. No grinding of seatbones either. (At least in theory.)
Riding Valiosa and training her in all her “greenishness” made me sort of doubt the transition. Expecting her to make a mistake, I’d want to “help her along”. With, um, a shove, even if sometimes ever so light.
Now, I DON’T want it, don’t need it, and it’s still often there.
With all the extra chances to get her out for a ride in a different arena, cross training, and on the trail – it’s time to buckle down and do some focused schooling at home. Ready to test out a show again…
A visit south of Ione to the lovely Rusty Spur Ranch.
Really fun drive out there, over rolling chaparral hills. My kind of pretty. The sort of place people go to dump bodies. Increasingly deserted.
Ione itself, a tiny village. An old, sleepy, town. Their cemetery – established in 1850, advertised proudly with a big sign. 164 years, they still have vacancy.
They even have their own ghastly, ghostly castle. Preston. Kid you not.
At the barn though, there was no sleepiness. Rode a little red racecar. New model. Her first ride in this dressage saddle.
Disproportionate hind and front end, a bit tight, choppy stride. Warp speed racing canter, neck curled under. Perhaps not the prettiest head. Her coat curled with sweat after the light workout in the shaded arena. A body still like a 3-year old.
With all this, of course I fell for her. Had to go back to see again! She was just as fun… Now what to do!?