Knowing that there was to be a local horse show down at Kenyon's field, I made an effort to go. I thought it was going to be a small, low-key event also. I was so surprised to see so many pickup trucks with horse trailers in tow. I parked my van and got out to see who was there. There were some riders I knew and many I didn't know. A lot of the riders were dressed, but on the non-formal side.
The fog burned off, the day warmed up fast and got hot whenever the sun came out of the clouds. Horses and their riders warmed up, especially the riders with black knee-high riding boots who probably wished they were wearing low boots instead.
The many riding classes were well planned. I wanted to be out there with the riders. I hadn't had a horse under me, even though I dearly needed the riding therapy. I enjoyed all those whom I met and talked to. One English lady rider wanted to give me a six-year-old young bay thoroughbred gelding race horse. I really wanted to take him home, but at the present time I cannot afford to take care of him. It broke my heart to say no.
The good feeling I got from being around so many good horses and equestrians broke my heart when I'm reminded of the many good times I had with my Morgan "Shiloh."
Whether you didn't win anything or were blue ribbon winners, you equestrians should all stand tall in your boots because you are all winners in my eyes. Thank you Mad River Riding & Driving Club for a great horse show.
Gregory Viens lives in North Fayston
