"loping" in the mountains
Trip Start Jul 12, 2009
255Trip End Aug 18, 2010
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As we are going to be in the Western saddle from here on Ian and I wanted to familiarise ourselves further and to build our confidence in riding fast so we booked a lesson with the head honcho wrangler, Alison.
After lunch Ian and I joined Jeannie, Marty and the kids for a kayak at Harrison Lake a few miles from the ranch
Time for our lesson and we went to the ring first to learn the basics on how to ride the horses fast. I can honestly say I was really nervous as you tear around the ring with your reigns flapping and bottom wedged into the saddle creating a wave movement. After ten minutes of showing Alison what we could do and her correcting us she announced we were ready to hack and we had no idea what was about to happen.
This is a great time to ride, slightly cooler and a less glaring light. We started trotting and then loping which seems faster than a canter but not quite a gallop however for some exciting reason my horse was charged decided to race Alison’s horse and we were racing along the small mountain treks so close to Alison’s horse that I was being pelted with stone chips flying from her horse and ripping into the soft branches of the trees and bushes we flew along. Ian’s horse was struggling with a sore foot and was unable to run as fast but he too had a great time hacking just holding onto long reigns and flying around corners
That evening we were entertained around the campfire by a white bearded cowboy by the name of Tom Lamb. Born and bred in the area Tom’s talent was cowboy poetry and country songs. He silenced us all with an enchanting poem about two loyal friends who mined and one promised the other that should he die that he would cremate him so he finishes his day warm. It is funny how little country /western songs you know especially when our music library only has a few Johnny Cash cds so we are fairly green on Tom’s country/ blue grass music repertoire. Mind you he was good and we sang along when we could, thankfully the American contingent held their own.