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OUR FIRST TRAILRIDE: RAIN, RAIN GO AWAY…!
Hubby and I are now at the fabulous R Lazy S Ranch in Wyoming!
— I came here by happenstance last year… I wrote several blogs about it then.
My experience here was so incredible, Hubby wanted to come here with me – so he arranged for a trip this year. Very exciting!!
OUR FIRST MORNING!
The way it works here, the Head Wrangler sizes you up and decides which horse would be a good fit.
Last year, I had a wonderful horse named Sky. He and I were brand new at the ranch together. He was the first Arab I had ever ridden and I was the first blogger he had ever carried.
I loved him! Sky was alert, a bit fussy and snorty, but also honest and daring. I wanted to take him home.
So this year, I requested him… and heard the awful news that he had broken his leg earlier this year and they couldn’t save him. So sad. In fact, the Head Wrangler, Dan, came up to me and apologized that Sky wasn’t available – Dan tried to assuage my sadness by telling me that he had picked out a special mount for me.
–As an aside, I must say that the crew here sure makes one feel welcomed… Everyone that I had met previously, came up to welcome me and ask if I needed anything. I fact, one employee told me that she had supplied our room with softer pillows since I had used a softer pillow last year…
Anyway, back to the horses… Hubby and I got all rigged up to go to the Corrals for Orientation. There, Hubby listened attentively to the entertaining introduction to riding at the R Lazy S Ranch.
–I love that the Orientation is geared toward the happiness of the horses as well as the safety of the rider – nice touch.
It was just about then, as Orientation was wrapping up, that the sky opened and drenched us.
Rain Rain Go Away, come again some other day…
Except, it didn’t. It stayed with us.
We got drenched!
MEETING OUR HORSES!
As long as the weather wasn’t a thunderstorm, they ride.
You don’t have to ride if you don’t want to ride, but the riding happens – no matter the weather.
Most of us hadn’t brought heavy rain gear. We tried… we wore our best stuff, but un-uh. We weren’t quite THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER here. We were more like City Slickers caught in a rainstorm.
Anyway, back to the horses…
Hubby was paired with a lovely TB named “Kentucky”.
I was given another white horse, a quarterhorse, named Dove. Most of the wranglers called her “Lovey Dovey”.
We set out in the rain… Hubby with “Tucky” and me on “Dovey”.
THE REST OF THE STORY IN PHOTOS…