Is there anything better than a nice ride on a summer evening?
I’ve been pretty busy this week, and while I’d had every intention of riding yesterday, I sort of nixed my plans when I finally rolled into the barn around 8:00 p.m. When I went to bring Snoopy in for his evening snack, I looked around and noticed that everything seemed perfect. The temperature was warm, but not too hot. The waning evening light cast everything in a golden glow. It even smelled nice out there. Not just in that I-love-the-smell-of-horses way, but actually good, like some tropical flower had started blooming upwind (in hindsight, it was probably someone’s botanical fly spray, but the effect was the same.)
Caught up in the beauty of it all, I decided it would be stupid not to ride. After all, what good is a 9:00 sunset if you can’t be bothered to ride just because it’s a little late? Since I was wearing jeans and non-barn shoes (if there is such a thing), I decided that gave me a good excuse to skip the saddle and use the bareback pad Santa brought me last year.
We took a walk around the path that follows the perimeter of the farm with our shadows stretched out ahead of us. We passed by the mares and foals that Snoopy likes to visit at the neighboring farm. We caught the attention of some of the horses in the paddocks adjacent to the path, but Snoopy obediently trucked along, even though I’m sure he would have liked to stop and sniff noses (and then, invariably, squeal and stomp as if the other horse has done something offensive.)
We’ve had quite a bit of rain this week, so the sometimes-present puddle in a ditch at the front of the property was almost pond-sized. I used the opportunity to have a short water-crossing schooling session, which is not Snoopy’s favorite thing. Nevertheless, he only hesitated once and then stomped right through the middle where it was surprisingly deep. Good boy!
There’s another water crossing on this journey around the farm that tends to be more of a challenge. When there’s been a lot of rain, we get a mini-river in between two paddocks. I used to have to persuade Snoopy to go near the moving water, much less through it, but he’s gotten better. Sometimes he jumps it, though, and I had this in mind as we approached; I don’t jump bareback very often. Fortunately, after giving it some thought, he decided he’d just trot through instead of trying to clear it.
The sun had gone below the horizon by the time we made the final turn toward home, and in the shadows I could see that our path was blocked. There were quite a few limbs and even some entire trees down after the storms earlier in the week, and this one happened to be right across the trail. I stopped Snoopy quite a ways back from the downed limb, but he was insistent, so I let him walk up to it. He stopped a couple of feet away.
Snoopy thought this looked like something he could easily clear…until he got closer.
“What’s your plan, here, buddy? Are you going to jump it?” I asked.
He briefly considered this—or at least I like to think he did—then sighed and turned around and went back the way we came.
The surprise addition to our ride meant we got another shot at the mini-river, which Snoopy tackled again with an enthusiastic trot. By the time we got back within sight of the barn it was starting to get dark and the fireflies were out, and personally, I think that’s the best way to end a June evening ride.
In the end, my “quick” bareback ride ended up taking an hour, but I’m glad I decided to do it. Is there a better way to celebrate the first day of summer and longest day of the year (a day early) than an evening trail ride?
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Leslie Potter is Managing Editor of HorseChannel.com. Follow her on Twitter: @LeslieInLex.