|Beware snowshoers, Harley!|
We got some respite from the wind once we got on the trail. Unfortunately, Harley was breaking down through a good six to eight inches, so I don't think we'll be skijoring yet. I didn't push him to go too far. There's nothing worse than getting in a late ride and coming back to the barn with a sweaty horse. Then you are left trying to dry off your horse before the single digit temperatures creep in on silent feet. So I kept it short, only riding up to the trail junction with Big Bump. Harley gladly turned for home. I planned on keeping it easy, but he quickly picked up a trot, and once we hit the flats, decided it was time to canter. I went along for the ride, literally, because bitless bridles have no brakes. I think I've said that before! Lucky for me, there's a big metal gate at the end of the trail. I got him back down to a walk before we reached it--I think Harley enjoyed that little sprint! I know I did.
When he starts getting antsy, he hates to be held at a walk. I'm better off letting him trot and release his pent up energy. Plus it's easier to ride a horse going forward than one going sideways, tossing his head in frustration! Heck, he's a Thoroughbred and wants to run!
Everyone got a nice warm mash of alfalfa and beet pulp for a New Year's night treat!