I had the good fortune in my forties and fifties to have good friends, Bill and Laura, who kept horses in the Cuyahoga valley where on occasion I could ride.
Considering me a neophyte rider, my friends always rode slowly because of my lack of skill, but one day I went out with an experienced rider who had no regard for my timidity. As soon as he galloped my horse followed and I immediately learned to gallop through the oats field.
My fascination with horses goes back to my childhood when an uncle took me and my cousins for Sunday rides in the country and stopped to feed sugar cubes to horses in their pastures.
Since then I’ve sought pastured horses in my travels.
These horses are from Carriage Hill Farm in Dayton, Cottonwood, Idaho and Florida.
Every kid’s delight, of course, is to have a pony…or at least one to ride on occasion.
…another thing I used to do!