2.3 average mph. over a 4.5 mile trail.
The short 9.4mph trot didn't last long.
Low hanging branches or muck kept shortening our lope.
And Trail making decisions...Which way should we go...
We ended up going right and picked up the Forest Lake Trail for a way down to the lake.
But my nifty idea of attaching my camera to my water back pack failed. The velcro stuck to
my saddle pad and then somewhere on me and in the midst of untangling Nevel whirled around
and headed back up the trail.
At the top, I hopped off to stretch my aching hip
and decided that the flowers were worth a stop.
Here you can see that I took off the "halter" part of his halter bridle and am using his rope halter instead. I snapped the brow band around both the halter and bridle and it makes for a less cumbersome combination.
Persee's saddle is comfortable...I shortened the stirrups in the arena yesterday for better balance, but
that simply made my knees hurt and my hip out of whack for the up and down on the trail...perfect for trotting though...
On the way home we had to pass back by the large fenced area that has a Kuvasz guard dog.
The dog is still young and very beautiful, but intent on barking viciously at us. The owner-a nice young man came around today and made her behave a few times on the way in and out.
I used to have maremma and Great Pyrenees dogs which are similar in look to the Kuvasz with the Kuvasz being more territorial.
Our next obstacle was the rubberized "bridge" that Never was attacked on last week by the Realestate sale sign.
This week going to Sterling he refused to cross the bridge and went out in the road.
So coming home I hand walked him over it and he sidestepped on it and almost fell off. Silly silly
So we turned around and did it two more times and then sauntered to our lane.
I tried to remount, but with Nevel not standing still and his saddle slippy sliding sideways and my
out of whack hip I couldn't get back on.
I threatened him with the crop a few times until he stood still, but the saddle kept sliding since I couldn't pull my self on.
We walked further to a suitable rock...had more "arguments" over standing still. I tightened the girth one more hole, hopped up on the rock and managed to mount with minimal slippage.
NEvs then eagerly trotted for home with only one minor spook at the mounting block by the gate because the wind was blowing plastic hanging from a nearby building.
Back home I could barely get off due to pain in my knees. I hate getting old! But guess I will lengthen the stirrups again as that seems to help.
It made me second guess my goal of doing a 25 LD next year and also a 50 by the time I am 60 which is only 3 years away.
Im determined to at least do a 25 again though before my life ends..so I am counting on Persee to carry me through with a spring in his step!
Never doesn't care about goals unless it has to do with eating GRASS!