I have been riding horses since I was ten. My Mom has been riding almost as long as she's been alive: her aunt used to carry her around on the horse as a toddler. So the second I showed interest, Mom was thrilled. I started lessons, and once I'd shown that I was really dedicated two years later, Dad bought Mom and I a little bay mare named Jessie. We had Jessie for three years before I outgrew her, and we were moving from Florida to New Mexico anyway, so we sold Jessie.
When we got to New Mexico, we found a new barn with a great trainer, so we needed a new horse. We bought Charlie from a horse trader in NM, and Charlie was actually born in Mexico. He's got a great big brand on his left thigh to prove it. He was a Western horse, barely broke to English, and the two of us learned pretty much everything together. I'd just started jumping, and Charlie was really great at it. He was just a great horse overall: smart, calm, and sweet-natured. I did Cross-Country, Jumping, and Hunter-Jumper on him. Mom rode him on the trails. When I went off to college his show career was pretty much over, but Mom and I took turns riding him while I finished school and got married. I don't have kids, and while I was getting divorced Mom had gone back to college, so I took over with Charlie. When Mom graduated, she got a fabulous new job and could afford to get and keep another horse. So, she got a
Rocky Mountain Horse mare named Opal. Now we trail ride together every weekend.
Charlie's too old to do any more jumping, but I'm no spring chicken myself so our weekly walks around the neighborhood suit me just fine. That horse is one of my best friends, and I don't know what I'd do without him. I'm forever indebted to my Mom for making sure we kept him all these years. When we moved from New Mexico to Alabama, we brought him with us. She told me once that Charile's gonna be our horse until he's not a horse anymore. I cried. Thanks for reminding me that humans live longer, Mom!! Charile's 26 this year!
Did someone say pictures?
This is my Charile. He's wearing his blankie cuz it's December outside and he's an old fella. He always has to smell my camera/phone/whatever when I try to take a picture.
This is Opal, Mom's new mare. She poses for photos.
And this is the view from the top.
I'd say you guys could come ride with me... but I'm pretty sure you all live too far away.