I got a text from my BM last week about a Saturday trail ride. I love group trail rides. ...When I take my Xanax, pony is agreeable, riders are polite, and they don't last four hours.
I woke up in time on Saturday and hitched a ride with C. There were five of us: BM on her dead-broke paint, a new retired A-circuit H/J rider trialing BM's brand-new Palomino baby, C, me, and a boarder I hadn't met before on her Perch.
|Before the start, walking around.|
|Not picture: C immediately to our left.|
So, yay. I got to be the asshole growling at my horse for half the ride while I yelled at another rider to slow the fuck down.
I love group trail rides.