So this post is supposed to be about Marina riding a horse. Really, it is. We took Marina to a friend’s house so she could ride a horse for the first time in her life. And she did. And so did Anna and I. Unfortunately, I’m the one who got thrown from the horse.

Well, technically.

I did fall off the horse, after he decided he wanted me off his back and took steps (backwards) to make it happen. Anna and I hadn’t been gone on the trail very long when the horse I was riding, an Arabian named Remarq (no relation) began to misbehave. I thought I had him under control, so we continued on for a bit, but his antics continued, so I decided we should turn back and head to the house. That’s when Remarq chose to be the lead horse. I tried to keep him back, and he finally just started backing up rather quickly, not responding to my efforts to make him stop. In fact, I tried the trick of turning his head to the side (as instructed by Clint) and that’s when he basically sat down while moving backwards, tossing me out of the saddle. The scary part, though, was when he continued to roll over towards me on his back after I had planted hard on the ground, and rolled over my arm. Fortunately, he really just brushed off me, so nothing broke, but I’m expecting quite a few bruises.

But like I said, this post is supposed to be about Marina, so here is the evidence of her first experience riding a horse.



























And here are the "before" pics of Anna and I astride horses.

Labels: Marina