...I am filled with a sudden burning desire to go to a horse show.
My stepmom raised Morgans, so every summer, that was a huge part of my life. Mucking stalls, feeding--I got to see one of the mares give birth, even, and spent quite a bit of time playing with the filly afterwards. I got to ride, clean tack, learn how to hitch up the cart...
Wow. I miss that.
I've mentioned this before, but there are people who think I'm nuts when I say that I miss the smell of horse. Not horse *shit*, but *horse*. It's very distinctive, and one of the reasons I love it when the mounted cops show up at the hockey games is because I get to drift by them and just breathe in that smell.
So, I want to find a horse show somewhere, but it's turning out to be a bit more challenging than I thought. There was one in Woodside earlier this month, but the next one isn't until sometime in June. There's also the Bay Area Summer Festival show, but I don't know whether it's up there or not. There's a Morgan-specific show in August, but in Santa Barbara, and during the week, so I'd have to take vacation time to go.
In the end, I think what I really want most is to go back to being a kid. I want to be able to go back to North Carolina for the summer, to work with those horses again, to go to the shows... I miss that.
Sigh. :)
Posted by Liz at May 28, 2004 08:09 AMI know exactly what you mean about the smell of horse. One of my best friends in college became one of my best friends when I walked up to her at a gathering, stopped, and said "You smell like horse!" She started to apologise and I said "No! That's a good thing!" We spent the next two years worth of weekends riding in the Scotia Range outside of State College.
There's nothing like galloping a horse through the woods, letting go of the reigns, closing your eyes, and putting your arms out to the sides.... like heaven. :)
Posted by: Clay at May 28, 2004 10:39 AM