Although I have ridden a few times since then, it’s been many years since I’ve actually taken horseback riding lessons. (Dare I say close to
20?) One of Steve’s arguments, or should I say "incentives", for moving to Iowa is the close proximity to the countryside – and horses. I took his argument seriously and yesterday I took the first of what I hope will be many more lessons. Meet "Arthur".
I arrived at the stable (Wyndtree Farm) and greeted by a very young lady named Winter. And I do mean young – as in 11 – and maybe 4′ tall. Winter had been instructed to meet me and help me get ready for class. "I’ll go get Arthur" she said. The next thing I knew she was leading this HUGE horse (16+ hands) down the center aisle. I’m not sure these photos do him justice. Just trust me when I say "huge". It was rather comical watching this supremely confident, tiny young lady handle this gentle giant. Tossing the saddle pad on his back was a huge stretch for her. I assisted with the saddle. It was the least I could do.
I’m pleased to say the lesson was uneventful and most delightful (thank you, Denise!) My form, it turns out, was not too bad after all these years, or so I was told. Holding it took some effort, however. Never mind. I look forward to working on it!
Photo descriptions: Arthur is a dapple-gray gelding, 16+ hands. I was told he’s part Percheron, part Thoroughbred. In the top photo I am standing by his right shoulder, an indication as to just how big he is (I’m 5′ 2"). In the bottom left photo we see him standing alone.