We made a few laps around the arena. There was a lesson going on, plus more people showing up.
And I couldn't do it anymore. Cuna and I slipped out the side gate and headed down the road. It really is a good thing that Cuna is the world's safest horse--at one point on the way over, the road went up a hill, the shoulders dropped away into nothing, and pastured horses came galloping straight at us. Fortunately, the cars went slow and all was well.
|We are so dramatic|
|The hills are so close|
Love this shot. Cuna and I were both thrilled to be out of the arena. He LOVED getting to gallop (sort of) over the grass, and I loved feeling his enthusiasm again. Neither of us thrives on arena work.
There was a stone wall, a ditch, and some jumps... We may have to go back there soon and have a pretend XC school on the cheap. That would be fun.
|My wild man|
It is fun to watch people's reactions to him when we're just out and about. Pedestrians stop to talk, drivers pull over and wave, and bikers seem to like seeing him. It sort of makes me understand why some cities have mounted police--people love horses and they are a great conversation starter.
My non-horsey friends tune out when I talk about him, but seeing a giant adorable red man in person seems to change the conversation. I love watching kids' faces as they go by, pointing and waving at the horse.
I spend so much time wrapped up in the 'horse world' that I forget there's a whole population out there who have never been up close with a 1200lb animal and don't understand that kind of power, grace, and connection.
Anyone else do meet and greets with the public?