The Tevis Cup has got to be on a lot of people’s bucket lists. It’s one of the ultimate dream rides that just about everyone I’ve ever talked to has spoken about someday wanting to compete in it. Heck, I wanna ride Tevis someday. I don’t know if I ever will because my knee can be a real bastard sometimes; and I definitely won’t ever ride it on my golden boy because there’s no freaking way Mitch would want anything to do with a 100 mile endurance ride and the way things are going right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever have the right horse for it.
And we went quiet again …
I haven’t posted much the last few weeks. We did get one little sneaky storm that dumped about an inch of rain on us a week or so ago, but aside from that, everything has dried out nicely and I’ve been able to get saddle time again, but it’s been nothing major to write home about.
Despite my thinking that the ride at Ellwood was going to be our last trail adventure for this year, we managed to squeeze out an extra ride today, even though the weather looked super gloomy, overcast and the forecast was waffling back and forth about rain – would it? wouldn’t it? So when Lori asked me last night if I wanted to haul over to the new barn she moved to and we’d ride some of the trails there (which are more extensive than the trails at the ranch) I said we’d play it by ear. Continue reading
Or otherwise known as Why Mitch and The Girl Are Now the Best Friends of All The Little Girls in the Oceanwalk Community. (Oceanwalk being the north campus faculty housing where I live.)
No, not that kind of driving, although we’ve done it before. Hooking him up to the cart is kind of well … on a very long hiatus at the moment. I’m still thinking about my options there, and to be honest, a lot of why I took up driving with Mitch was because we weren’t going out on trail rides and needed something to do that wasn’t the loathed ring work. Now that we have a trailer …
… get the picture? Continue reading
Oh look, I made a little rhyme. Continue reading
Great, that name’s gonna stick. But I guess it’s better than The Porta Potty or something.
I’ve been more or less wigging out — in a good way — the entire week going “OMG, I OWN A TRAILER!!!” It’s a dream come true, really. Something I’ve strived for for a long long time, and finding my happy place out on the trails is much easier now in the future, since I have that independence and freedom of going where I wanna go.
So after last weekend’s awesome ‘moonlight’ ride, we got back to the barn pretty late, and left our gear in the back of my friend’s SUV because who wants to lug tack out at 10:30 at night? Of course, this made it that much easier to decide to hit the trails again the next day. Continue reading
Listen my children subscribers and you shall hear
Of the midnight moonlight ride of Paul Revere Mighty Mitch,
On the eighteenth seventeenth of April September, in Seventy-five Twenty-Sixteen;
Hardly a man is now alive Alas the hills were not so green
Who remembers that famous day and year We hope this drought is just a climate glitch