Getting Back On That Horse

Getting Back On That Horse

July 10, 2013  |  Personal, Travel

On our recent four-generation Buchanan family getaway to the Sierra foothills, some of us took an excursion to Yosemite for a trail ride. I was one of them. I am still wary around horses, but I’m getting better at petting them (with supervision), and trained rental trail horses are more my speed than thoroughbreds. This is conveniently forgetting that the last time I rode — ten years ago? — my trail horse chose to end our ride by practically walking me into the ranch hand’s cottage. Let’s just say horses know who is in charge.

Needless to say, Yosemite is a beautiful place for a ride. One of my personal pet peeves is the overuse of the word “awesome”. It really should be saved for places like Yosemite. We took a two-hour guided ride from stables near Curry Village to the site of the former Mirror Lake, and back. I was situated between Goliath in front of me, and Pale Face who wanted very much to be in front of me — and eventually got there. Just before we turned around, which put him behind me again. So there.

I was concentrating, I admit it. Especially on rocky ascents and descents. But Visor knew what he was doing and he took his time. There were even a few moments when I managed to hold on with one hand and raise my camera to my eye. I’m a daredevil (when my horse is standing still).


  1. Loved this, Dorothy. I took riding as a PE class in college, but I am also a bit hesitant around horses. The summer after I graduated from high school, I worked at a dude ranch and had to take the dudes on a weekly trail ride. The boss made me ride the same horse every time. The horse hated me, and so did the boss. And I hated him for giving me the same horse even though it continually tried to brush me off on low branches and jolt me by jumping across little streams and doing anything else it could think of to make me unhappy.

  2. Oh Linda, that sounds miserable. I’ve only ridden about half a dozen times in my life, but I’ve never had a mean horse. We have several accomplished riders in the extended family, but I’m not one of them.

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