When I arrived at Legacy for Lesson #69, I noticed that the pasture looked a little less populated than usual. After a quick inventory, I realized that most of my favorite lesson horses were among the missing: Vinnie, Goldie, Maree, Windy. All gone.
The tack room was similarly depleted. What was going on here? Had Goldie led a massive breakout? And they saddled themselves before taking off? Can’t see much point in that.
The only other mammals in the barn were these guys:
Great hunters, I’m sure, but a little short on information.
Then, I remembered: this was Fair Week. Karin, the missing horses and the missing tack were at the county 4-H Fair. If you know anything at all about 4-H, you know that Fair Week is like their Super Bowl, but without the great commercials.
I thought this was fine. Krystal was still there and she didn’t look all that busy.
I’ve wanted to ride her again ever since I cantered on her a few weeks ago. Maybe she would remember where we left off.
And I know how to saddle a horse (sort of) and apply bit & bridle (sort of). And Kathy had just shown up, so I had someone around to hear my petitions for assistance and mercy if, heaven forbid, this would The Day. You know, The Day I fall off a horse and become a real equestrian. Like Pinocchio becoming a Real Boy, only instead of growing a long nose, I would have a broken one. Best case scenario.
Parenthetically, if I recall correctly, Pinocchio became a donkey at one point in the story.
Anyway, all of this became a bunch of moot points when I heard a familiar voice behind me. It sound like Karin, but it couldn’t have been, because she was at Fair. This had to be Double Karin.
Karin often says she needs to be in two or three places at once. Having a double must really help a lot.
Double Karin is identical to Karin in every way, except for the hat. I really appreciate her wearing it, because I like to know who I’m talking to.
Double Karin suggested that I ride Habakuk. I thought this was a grand idea. For the last several weeks, everybody has been raving about this big horse.
It was fun riding him. He has a smoother trot than my old buddy Caspian. And I like the elevation. If I’m going to go through all the trouble of getting on a horse, I want to feel like I’m up high.
However, we had a habit of drifting to the center of the arena toward Double Karin. Actually, we got quite close to her a few times - “A little more steering, please!” – and I almost became a different sort of equestrian. Once you knock your instructor down, even if it’s just the double, you will never be the same again.
All in all, a good lesson. And I look forward to riding His Highness again some day.