I Ride Horses (well horse actually)

We had a family (the four of us and the in-laws) weekend at Canaan Valley, West Virginia. The weather was gorgeous, the scenery was beautiful, the company was wonderful and I rode a horse. A real horse. A big, huge, actual, walking, trotting, galloping horse. I hadn't planned on riding. The boys and the in-laws were going to, but Al couldn't because he was recovering from knee surgery and I used the excuse that I was going to keep him company to hide the fact that I was too scared to ride a horse.

But when we got to the riding stables and saw the horses I fell in love. They were beautiful. They were sweet. I looked into those big brown eyes and I wanted a horse of my own. I forgot the fact that the last time I rode a horse was nearly 40 years ago. I forgot the fact that I would be sitting on top of a huge animal with a fairly small brain. While that brain might be small the horse would know I was a horse ignoramus.

Luckily the horse was not only smarter then me, she was gentle and good natured and I survived an hour ride through the State Park. I would have to say that the one ride was most likely enough horse back riding to last me for the rest of my life.