I rode at Siason Stables in Duarte, California for nine memorable months, starting in the fall of 1983 and ending the following June.
Nearly thirty years later, my kids and I went back for a visit.So much looked exactly as I remembered it--the barns,
the wash racks,
and the communal tack room on the hill.
Of course, some things had changed. The arena was bigger and no longer included a tree, and someone had built a pretty nifty mounting block...
Most notably, there was a lot more stabling.
This area used to be empty. Now it contains a sea of stalls.
Horses, horses, everywhere!
And still no people, except for us.
On our way home, I showed the kids some of our favorite riding destinations. This is the opening to the river wash...
and this is the street...
that took us to 7-11 where we'd buy Slurpees and candy. That spot where Ryan's standing is where I'd hold the horses while Laura shopped.
So many good memories! I really loved riding at Siason, and I hope that some of those horses belong to two horse crazy girls like Laura and me.