Bareback jumping, not puissance

I learned to ride at Eaton Canyon Riding Club in Pasadena, California. ECRC in the early 1980's was a slightly rundown, but still thriving public boarding stable. It had an active lesson program, and several times a year, the trainers organized schooling shows for boarders and students. I loved those shows.

Because I didn't have my own horse, I had to borrow a school horse. Usually this meant I only got to ride in a class or two. That was better than nothing, of course, but I longed to be one of the kids who rode in every single class.

Finally, in June 1983, I got my chance. I was taking care of Cinnamon that year, and I couldn't resist entering her in every single possible class at the early summer schooling show. One of those classes was Bareback Jumping, an event for which neither of us was prepared. I'd like to say that we surprised every one with a clear round, but that was not the case. In fact, I think this might have been the only jump we negotiated safely before calling it quits!

And that is the closest I will probably ever get to Bareback Puissance!

P.S.  Today is my birthday!