Some version of this famous George Morris meme shows up on my Facebook page nearly every other day.
There was no chance of me getting back on Rev after our accident. As soon as I hit the ground I knew that my collarbone was broken. I went straight from the ring to the emergency room.
By the time I was ready to ride again, Rev had left Kenlyn. Although I was happy for him, I couldn't help but wish that I'd been able to sit on him one more time. After so many happy miles together, it seemed wrong that our last ride was one that put me in the hospital.
Fortunately, I got the chance for a do-over.
Rev's new people called yesterday with a few questions about his training. One thing led to another, and today, I drove out to Morrison, Colorado to see Rev in his new home.I saw him as soon as I drove up. He was out in the field with a bunch of his buddies, and I wondered if he'd come to me when I called his name.
Never a doubt.
We spent some time getting reacquainted before Karen and Grace arrived.
Then it was right onto the trailer...
and across the highway to Bear Creek Lake Park.
They asked me to ride him first, and I was more than happy to oblige.
I put him through his paces, explaining everything I was doing. He was a little stiff and resistant, but not bad considering.
And I can't stress this enough: It felt awesome to be sitting on him again.
After I was done, Grace climbed aboard. He tried all his tricks with her. He wouldn't stay on the rail. He jigged. He ran through her hands at the trot. He fussed with his mouth and pulled the reins through her hands.
Despite that, Grace was completely unintimidated.
She stayed loose and relaxed and listened when I explained how to do a half-halt. Rev responded nicely, and by the time we were done, they were communicating much better.I think they're going to be a great team.