09/09/2025
Last night I had THE most perfectly imperfect, dumpster fire of a trail ride with my two boys. (And even got some video evidence! Apologies for my psycho laugh!)
One of my absolute favorite things to do in this life is to ride Waylon and pony Argo, and hit the trails. I have been doing this since Argo was a yearling, and I credit the countless miles we’ve logged as the single most influential thing I’ve done to help shape him into the incredibly good minded horse he is today. Waylon is good at many things but he is exceptional as a pony horse, and he is a perfect mentor for Argo. Now that Argo is 5, it is fascinating to see him morphing into a near clone of Waylon in his confidence, calmness, and quiet yet curious demeanor. Our time together in the woods, through the opens fields, and meandering down the trails fills my cup and is some of my most peaceful and renewing time spent.
My trail ride yesterday, however, seemed to be a continual progression of freak occurrences, all of which could have been a pretty big issue. Within the span of an hour we:
- had Argo’s saddle get hung up on a latch resulting in him being briefly immobilized and the stirrup getting ripped off
- came across a porcupine crossing our path
- had a family of 8 deer jump out in front of us and continue to pour out of the woods one after another in a long single file line
- treed some turkeys who (very noisily) flew up directly overhead
- set off a strangely loud trail camera
- lost a bridle due to a very benign head shake (video included and lesson learned: don’t put the bridle on over the fly mask when you’re being lazy and trying to save time)
- briefly contemplated riding back bridleless but instead put said bridle back on without dismounting (luckily no one was there to watch me struggle but alas I got it done!)
Any one of those things could have turned our peaceful ride into a dangerous situation, but my boys handled them absolutely perfectly. They were all things I could have never practiced ahead of time, but yet I have prepared for them in the sense that I have taught my horses how to handle pressure. It doesn’t matter if the pressure comes from a turkey or a flying deer or me hanging on their neck like a spider monkey trying to re-bridle. The answer is always the same: stay calm, look to me for the answer, yield and relax.
I also think it’s important that my initial, knee-jerk reaction to each one of those occurrences was to laugh. I come by that naturally, but that reaction vs a panic reaction also comes from the confidence I have in my horses and in the mental preparation we have done before I ever set foot in the stirrup. I swear that my sense of humor rubs off on my horses and they learn how to take a joke.
I am so thankful that we were collectively able to laugh off each event and move on, but that would not have happened if my horses weren’t prepared. It is our job to give our horses the tools and experiences that will set them up for success in this human world, and to model the energy that we want them to emulate. Last night was such a validating, lovely, and funny testament to the trust and relationship I’ve been able to build with my boys over the years, and I am eternally grateful for my once-in-a-lifetime horses. 🦄💕🦄