Oh, Randy – Randy, Randy, Randy. How do I describe you, you crazy little horse.

Saturday featured the “recreational activity” of our choice. Options included a bike tour with a brewery stop, fly fishing, river rafting, beginners horseback riding, experienced horseback riding… experienced…?? Intriguing. A couple weeks leading up to the trip, a few co-workers and I decided that a couple days of horse camp in middle school, or a few pony rides at the zoo in 5th grade were equally considered “experience” in our minds. So, at that point, I haphazardly signed up for “experienced” horseback riding. When I woke up Saturday morning for our 9:30 AM roll call, I could see that most of us were regretting the anticipated six hour riding experience that we were forewarned about. Let’s just say, we all got a little silly at the Hoe Down the night before.

After an hour long drive to the trails, we were ready for some riding. That’s when I met Randy. Randy likes to snack, and he does so with conviction. Totally understandable. But all of the snacking was quite a distraction, and combined with his rambunctious personality, I did not have the greatest time. Some low lights of the ride include: sliding off Randy while he bent a little too low for a snack, stopping Randy from biting the other horses, and surviving the terrifying ravines and drops of the trails. All in all, the company of other riders, and the hospitality of our guides made the “experience” completely worth it.

Also, I was sore for a couple days after the fact, so I’m convinced I got in some kind of a work out.



AMAZING brownies our guide’s husband made for us (adorable).

Happy trails and tails.


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