Sunday, April 22, 2012

Solo Trail Ride

I arrived at the barn yesterday determined to have fun spending time with my horse, even if we could not go dressage-ing in the arena.  You see, the dust is much too thick.  Harley's allergies have made it so that he simply cannot tolerate dust clouds.  After my bout with laryngitis, neither can I and let's face it, eating dust is not healthy under the best of circumstances.  Truth be told, it so dry that everyone is having a problem, horse and human.  Between the dryness and the pollen, the environment has become downright choking, but it will not last forever.  As I am writing this, it is raining outside.  Yes!!!

My solution was to attempt a trail ride and try to stick to the less sandy paths.  There were many cars parked at the barn when I drove up, but no one in sight and several empty halters in the aisle.  This was a sure sign that I had missed the boat on an impromptu group trail ride.  No problem.  I like to take Harley out by myself once in a while and we had learned of a few new trails recently, so I was interested in doing some exploring.  I strapped my cell phone to my boot and headed out with Harley.  He marched off with a spring in his step.  He loves trail rides.



A must for venturing outside the arena.

The feeling of partnership elicited by riding your horse out without company is difficult to describe.  The feeling is a combination of mutual dependence and trust.  I need you and you need me.  We have to stay together and stay safe.  I can get an idea why endurance riders become enamored with their sport.

Riding solo also gives an opportunity to be closer to nature.  When we ride in a group, nature usually runs away.  When Harley and I rode alone, we saw many animals: a lizard darting into the leaves, a herd of deer that watched vigilantly but did not run as we passed them, a woodpecker, squirrels, and countless other birds.  On occasion we have seen a hawk perched in the tree tops, watching us casually as we walked below.  I think that animals are less likely to run away if they do not feel that you are sneaking up on them or trying to conceal your presence.  When I saw the deer up ahead, I starting talking to them and telling them that we were just passing through.  I did not make any fast or unpredictable movements and Harley's ears flicked and swiveled, mirroring the movements of the deer's ears.  He likes to stop and look at them, but then he is fine to just walk by.  I tried to give the impression that we are just another herbivore, no need to worry.  I wonder if having a deer-colored horse helps to convince them?

We rediscovered the new paths that I had learned of a couple weeks ago.  I was glad to see that they were not yet overgrown, but that time is fast approaching.  The wild blueberry bushes are starting to regain their foliage and soon our view will be blocked by the broad leaves of deciduous trees.  For the time being, I can see deep into the woods, which allows me to spot deer or other riders on horseback long before we meet up with them.  It also makes us more visible to people on dirt bikes or four-wheelers, something that I wish that I did not have to worry about.

I was relieved to find that the new paths were lined by pine needles and leaves instead of sand.  This seemed like a good place to move out without worrying to much about dust.  Of course, the nice thing about trail riding is that you leave the dust behind you, unlike in the arena where you inevitably circle back around into your own dust cloud.  We trotted off and Harley demonstrated his happiness with several enthusiastic snorts.  He tossed his head a couple times, indicating that he would be more than willing to move up a gear, but I wanted to keep our pace moderate to accommodate the winding path and trees.  Harley powered along, lifting his back and arching his neck just like we were in the dressage ring.  He has definitely learned how to use his balance for the better.  He used to dive forward, throwing his weight onto the forehand during trail rides.  It was a matter of muscle memory.  He carried his previous owner on trails before he really knew how to balance under saddle.  Occasionally, he reverts back to this, but a few half-halts serve as effective reminders.  I made sure to widen and soften my seat as I half-halted on the outside rein.

"Remember you are with me, Harley.  Stay with me."

He shifted his weight back to where it belonged and pushed off his hind legs to steer around a tree.  Another half-halt on the new outside rein had him back on the new outside hind and around the next tree.  It was exhilarating.

Harley snuck in a canter depart during a short straight section of trail and I allowed it.  His canter was slow and collected.  I felt like I was riding a knight's horse in the movies.  He did not lean on the reins at all, as if he knew that would be taking too many liberties.

It was too soon when we ran out of trail and found ourselves just behind the farm.  I dropped the reins and let Harley do his quarter horse saunter back to the barn.  With a new plan, we had avoided dust and enjoyed a change of scenery.  Mission accomplished!

17 comments:

  1. Nice, nice, nice!!!!! What a great way to spend part of a day. :0)

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    1. It was great and relief to escape the dust!

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  2. Ohhh I love riding alone. So peaceful, quiet, and allows for that bond between horse and rider to deepen. There is nothing like it.

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  3. Great idea for a dust free ride. Harley sounds like a dream (or a ladies horse in medieval times), so well behaved and carrying himself in balance. I'm glad you two had such a peaceful and happy ride. I see more in your future. Glad it's raining there...here too.

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    1. Thanks so much. He is a reformed "yahoo" horse, but he has learned what it means to carry a lady now.

      I am so happy about the rain!

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  4. The dust and pollen situation sounds really awful. I really hope you will get adequate rain very soon. The trail ride on the other hand, sounded marvelous! I am glad Harley was such a gentleman. At this point, I couldn't imagine him behaving any other way. You guys are really in tune with each other. That is a wonderful thing.

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    1. We have had a lot of rain since I posted this, so I am hoping that it will be better now.

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  5. What a great ride you had and yes it is always nice to have a dust free ride. I always have problems with my contacts when it gets dusty so the rain is well received to settle the dirt. Hope to hear of more fun trail rides

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    1. My contacts bother me, too. I should try and get out there more before the foliage grows back.

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  6. What a lovely ride and a lovely canter out there!

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  7. We've been suffering here too with dust and pollen. The weekend rain seems to have helped. Glad you're feeling better.

    Your ride sounds wonderful - who says we can't do dressage on the trail, or the beach!

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  8. Okay, I have to tell you a story about the first time I went on a trail ride alone: I was 11 and I was so excited that I was going to allowed to ride alone that I didn't do my trail pre-checks and left my girth too loose. Everything was going great until we got to the section of the trail where we normally canter. Radal took off and my saddle slipped. Somehow I managed to cling to his neck and didn't get immediately dumped, that is until we hit a curve and physics pulled me off. I walked a mile out of the woods until a neighbor picked me up, we found my horse about a half mile down the road eating off a lawn with the saddle under his belly. I righted the saddle and got back on. I've been riding alone ever since :)

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    1. That was a great story! I guess you were no worse for the wear and I bet you never again forgot to check your girth. Thanks for sharing your memory. :)

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