Personalities click, and it doesn’t matter how much experience you have. This happened with me and a beautiful chestnut named Rocky. Rocky was a tall (roughly seventeen hands), skinny camp horse with a mild temperament. He was perfect for me. Together, we made an eight-hour ride across dusty dirt roads and through wooded paths to the campgrounds at Pillsbury State Park with about ten other campers and two leaders. The ride was brutal but heaven. Nothing beats the feeling of getting back in the saddle after months of not riding, but nothing beats the pain at the end of an eight-hour ride
Personalities click, and it doesn’t matter how much experience you have. This happened with me and a beautiful chestnut named Rocky. Rocky was a tall (roughly seventeen hands), skinny camp horse with a mild temperament. He was perfect for me. Together, we made an eight-hour ride across dusty dirt roads and through wooded paths to the campgrounds at Pillsbury State Park with about ten other campers and two leaders. The ride was brutal but heaven. Nothing beats the feeling of getting back in the saddle after months of not riding, but nothing beats the pain at the end of an eight-hour ride