Chasing Fumes

Annual Trail Rides: 118/200

One week left before vacation so it’s been a pretty busy time workwise. I had my first in-person event with my favorite client and while I was a little anxious at first, I was also so happy to see them. It went great, but the next day I was a zombie. Oops, I forgot about that feeling.

So after a few days off from horse stuff, I schlepped to the barn planning for a nice quiet ride. With the cooler weather in the teens, I arrived to find Q lit like a fire breathing dragon. Uhoh. I thought I should let him have a good run in the arena but it was occupied. Oh well, Ill just tack up and go.

I joined the BO and fellow boarder for a ride, and as we got to the sandy trails of sector 1 the BO asks me if Im still chasing a picture of the club kubota for the bingo game. Yes! She said she just saw one passing behind us, going left on another trail.

My eyes grew wide, I told them I would catch hem later, I spun Q 180 degrees and peeled off at a trot. We turned left at the trail seeing tracks but nothing else. I stopped 100m later to listen and could hear nothing. So I figured left must have meant right, did another 180 and peeled off again. This time Q ignited his rocket engine and we were flying at over 20km/hr. I covered 2-3 km in just a few minutes watching for tracks. I could hear a distant engine and didn’t understand why the Kubota was driving so fast. 

In my mind I was gaining on the kubota, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket mid trot because I wanted to take a video of me overtaking the crew. And then I saw a missed call on my screen. The BO had called me 3 minutes ago. The crew was with her.

“Im on my way”

Spin 180 the other way and boy did Q cover ground. I kept worrying he would spook or shy and I would hit the ground hard and fast. But he just had a strong sense of purpose and he lit.

We made it back in a few minutes and I was in a sweat despite the cool day. I thanked everyone for indulging me and took my requisite pictures. But it turned out it was a golfcart for the city workers doing tree maintenance. So it didn’t count.

But it was great to see what my horse was capable of when driven by intention and purpose.







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  1. “ But it was great to see what my horse was capable of when driven by intention and purpose.” so much truth here.

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    1. What would be the horse equivalent of “hold my beer”?

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