
My mom has been asking me to go riding for the past year or so. I told her when I stopped working in San Francisco, I would go. Well, I have been at my new job for a few months now and it was time to take her up on that offer. So, last weekend, we went riding on the beach near Monterey. I was worried I wouldn't be strong enough to pull myself up on the horse. Or that I would be scared. Or that I would fall off. But I was just fine. Being horseback on the beach really is my happy place.

We rode along the beach, gathering up cool sand dollars with pretty barnacles on them. We saw part of a big barge that seems to have crash landed on the beach. We saw dead seals and birds that will poop on you if you ride through them too quickly. And, after the ride was over, we let the horses roll on the sand, which is always fun to watch.
My poor knees and ankles hurt a lot after the ride, so my age is showing there. But I really had a good time with my mom, which was something our relationship needed as well. I look forward to adding horseback riding back to my activity roster. I really missed it!
I have always thought you needed to go back to your "happy horse" place. I hope you get to do this more often.
ReplyDeleteTime and money...that's all I need. :)
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