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kirkcudbrightLovely ride this afternoon. My horse is a natural explorer, nay bush-whacker. Sometimes I give him his head just to see where he takes me. (Usually it's somewhere in the direction of home and dinner, but there are many ways to get there, and many possible side-turnings.) After 14 years, I still haven't fully explored the 3000 acres of the Harold Parker State Forest, but I've done a lot more in the last couple of years of solo trail riding than I'd ever done on group rides, let alone on foot.
Today I let him take me down a path I'd never been on, and I doubt he'd ever been on either. It didn't go at all where I thought it was going to, but that's okay - we were going out for a ride, and so we did. Anyway, it wasn't more spectacular than any other part of the forest, but it was new on me, and I saw it with new eyes. And when we finally came out to a trail I knew, it was like stepping through a door I'd never noticed before, and might have sworn wasn't even there.
Today I let him take me down a path I'd never been on, and I doubt he'd ever been on either. It didn't go at all where I thought it was going to, but that's okay - we were going out for a ride, and so we did. Anyway, it wasn't more spectacular than any other part of the forest, but it was new on me, and I saw it with new eyes. And when we finally came out to a trail I knew, it was like stepping through a door I'd never noticed before, and might have sworn wasn't even there.
