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Saturday, February 26, 2011


Today I couldn't resist the urge to go riding. This winter has been a very long one!
After wading through about 3 inches of mud, brushing my horse for an hour and finally loading up I was exhausted.
My husband , who does not ride thinks I am crazy! Why, he ask would someone find joy in doing this?
It is the sense of adventure, the wind in my hair, the calming sounds of the babbling brook, the squeal of the hawk over head. The soft nuzzle of a horses nose against my face, the musty smell of my horse, the power of knowing that I am in control of a 1,000 pound animal. These are the reason I ride, the reason I wade in mud.

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