McKenzie took me on a trail ride Monday night! It was great. It seems like she’s going all the time on her Appaloosa, Grace. But I’ve never been out with her before. She asked the owner of this charming Icelandic horse named Socrates if I could take him out (yes, if I wear a helmet) and had him all saddled up by the time I got out to the barn.
We didn’t end up getting very far on account of the wheelie-popping dirt bikers buzzing illegally past on off limits railroad and county property. (“When you see people on horses please just idle until they pass,” said McKenzie after we gave up) I didn’t care too much that we hardly made it past the driveway. We turned around and did a lap in the pasture instead. I loved it, thanks McKenzie!