Mom, Me and The Horses We Loved (Part 2 0f 2)

Okay, this is the second story to go along with my first one written around June 21st, sorry it took me so long for this one. I have been blogging away about everything else I guess.

So mom and I decided to go on this 6 hour trail ride, okay at the time we didn’t know it would be 6 hours. This was in Creswell Oregon several years ago, way up in the mountains, where there is so much national forest land it is amazing.

So the first thing we came across was this very old homestead, still had the little cabin and fenced coral, etc. It was so cool and so small, I remember thinking how it was that people actually were able to live there. You had to duck to get through the door and trust me I am no 6 ft tall or anything.

Then we found this place that opened up to these beautiful grassy hills that you could look over some other mountains and forest land with some huge oak and what looked to be apple trees. This is where our fun begins and I become the butt of the joke literally.

Safara my bay mare had been in a mood that day, still enjoying the ride, but she was quite testy and as soon as she would think I wasn’t paying attention she would try to escape or do something like jump over absolutely nothing. I realized the little jerk was just trying to get me off her back. I guess she thought if she could do that she would be wild and free for a moment.

Well as the case most of the time mom and I found something to start laughing about and then it became hysterical to us. Well Safara sensing I was in tears laughing so hard and not in control as I should be, started that trot that is made to keep you out of control. You know the one , very choppy hard to stay on, very fast but not quite a gallop or run, that kind of trot.

So there I am trying to hang on for dear life, passing up my mom and her horse and seeing this very big, very low tree in my view and laughing uncontrollably still. Yes I was still laughing when I realized my horse the little fart was going to take me right under it. Okay I am sure she wanted to go right under it and me come right off from a branch.

All I could hear above my own laughter was that of my moms, yeah she wasn’t a lot of help. I did notice my mom started to laugh even harder if that was possible. So here I am now face to face with that tree and yep here goes Safara right under that bad boy. As fast as I could move I was on the side of the saddle leaning over as far as I could without falling on my face.

So I get the little nightmare under control finally, without falling off I might add and let me tell you I am not happy at this point, all laughter now gone. I whisper to my horse that I, not her am the smarter of the two of us and if she ever tries that again I will be writing down numbers to glue factories.

Well here comes my mom, oh yes still laughing trying to tell me something and then starts laughing all over again. That catchy kind of laugh where you start laughing too and you don’t even know why. So my mom the loving woman she is begins to tell me that is was the funniest thing she ever saw when Safara and I passed her up. I reminded her I could have been killed ( okay, not really) but it sounded good.

She says “wait I’m not done.” I am mortified to this day at what my mom says next. ” Both you and Safara’s butts were so in sink in that horrible trot bouncing back and forth so fast and choppy, they looked almost the same, it was the funniest thing I ever saw when you and Safara passed me.”

You have heard of owners looking like their dogs and visa versa, well here it is folks owner and horse butts that look alike. I am not exactly sure what my mom was trying to say that day about my butt. lol
No really in my moms behalf I am sure it did look pretty flippin funny, because it felt like it.

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