“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,” John Denver In my case, Red Buds made me cry. Saturday’s light rain with sun rays cutting though the gray created beautiful, muted light. Driving north on I-65 I was do overcome with the beauty of the diffused light showcasing the pink hue of the Red Bud … Continue reading Awe
Tag: trail riding
Ride Along
April 4th ride with Big Moe on a recently reworked section of Raymer Hollow trail in Mammoth Cave National Park. Big Moe is a Tennessee Walking Horse. This is our third time on trail together. The head nod is his natural movement that keeps the rhythm of his natural gait which does not bounce me. … Continue reading Ride Along
Moe Squared
In January I was struggling to create a 2021 vison board. Probably it was because there was only thing I could confidently say that I wanted: a calm, willing to please, sure-footed, good natured Tennessee Walking Horse that brings me joy as we smoothly gait down the trail. I told everyone that would listen that, … Continue reading Moe Squared
Shoes
Moe The first time I saw Moe was on a cool March day in a horse barn outside of Jamestown, Tennessee. Alice opened the stall door and led out a tall, lankly, solid black, four-year-old, Tennessee Walking Horse whose movement was liquid. I was looking into the eyes of the embodiment of my childhood dreams … Continue reading Shoes
Love & the Modern Cowgirl: Meet Mr. Goodbarn
Zeus Earlier this spring I started looking for a new horse as my trusted Tennessee Walking Horse, Moe, had turned 24. He has earned his retirement from the trails. I put out the word that I was looking for a new ride and soon links to Facebook pages and videos started arriving in my DMs. … Continue reading Love & the Modern Cowgirl: Meet Mr. Goodbarn
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
What Happens in the Saddle…
My old trail horse Moe I do not enjoy riding my horse down steep, rocky, muddy trails. I know cowgirls are supposed to be fearless, but I’m not. After a wet spring and more horses on the trail than usual, the tails have become muddy swamps. On a Memorial Day Weekend I was coming down … Continue reading What Happens in the Saddle…