|Note improved pic quality. YAY NEW PHONE.|
It's teensy, but that's not the point. The point is accuracy. Also the point is that at this time last year, Courage thought this HUGE and MENACING black tube was some sort of devilish apparition that completely blocked all forward motion and I couldn't lead him over it, much less ride.
And yeah, now it's not even worth jumping properly. I call that a win.
|Loving my position here. Note ass out of saddle post-jump.|
He's jumped these before lots of times, but never on a tight bending line and never so few at a time. In order to jump them well, I had to keep my hands really forward and my leg very tight and just stay in balance and wait.
It's harder than it sounds, I swear. Anyways. He jumped them super well and I was proud.
I don't know.
Anyways. I ended by cantering a sort of course, culminating in downhill (my kryptonite other than oxers and tall jumps) over the narrow barrels.
He knows his job is to jump and I'm figuring out that my job is to steer and not pull on his face, and we're golden.
I dunno. I mean, I realize that thse jumps are not large, even for me, but I'm asking a more difficult question and Courage is emphatically answering "YES I GOT IT".
It's just so ridiculously fun to ride. Seriously.
Maybe it's our classy new five point breastplate (thanks JenJ!) or the pretty boots or Courage showing off for the much-improved phone camera or maybe (dun dun dun)...
|It's so very him.|
I mean, it's that or admitting that this ride has taken over a year of boring, slow, consistent training that only advances as fast as the horse is ready for it, even if that means time off for sore bodies and bad weather.
Nope, definitely the bonnet.
I love it.
I think I have another bonnet coming. What kind of magic will it produce?
PS We also trotted through 4 poles like a normal horse and didn't try to leap them one single time. That's big for us.