Monday got off to a rough start -- I was pretty much over the day by 9 am, which is not normal for me. Some of it is stress from things I can't change, but some of it is just good ol' fashioned not getting enough saddle time :) however, as previously discussed, I can't ride Cinna when I'm already in a mood, and Ruby has been out quite a bit lately, so I made a slightly different choice...
|We hacked down the road a little first, then hit my trails out back! They uh, need to be mowed. And trimmed. I definitely whacked my head on a branch once (or rather, my helmet, thank God I was wearing my cheap schooler lol).|
|I let him stop for a mouthful of grass and it was a little horrifying to see how much he could cram in around his bit haha.|
|This bareback pad remains one of my better purchases - I ride in it almost as often as I do a saddle!|
I don't have photos of this so you'll just have to trust me, but I headed the opposite way I normally do down our gravel road, and I almost died. Turns out Trigger, the rock solid steady eddy who gives zero fucks about anything.... is actually "turn tail and flee in terror" scared of the neighbor's little tiny sheep haha. When he first saw them his head went UPPPPP, he froze and snorted for a second, they came running over to see what was going on, and he spun so quickly he almost left me on the road lol. This of course, scared the sheep, so they ran away as fast as they could, and Trigger tried to bolt for home. I turned him back around and made him finish walking to the sign I was aiming for before we turned back around (and then he still had to walk nicely home), and he was pretty sure I was going to be responsible for his demise. TORTURE, I swear. I'm so mean!