Every morning I get up early and take one dog for a three mile walk. We go to the park and around the lake. It's a nice suburban walk, but nothing special.
I'm visiting my parents in California this week. They don't have a dog for me to walk, but I'm walking anyway. In truth, I love walking here. The neighborhood is beautiful, and Eaton Canyon is just a hop, skip and a jump away.Some mornings I walk to the falls...
but more often than not, I find myself at the former site of Eaton Canyon Riding Club.
It's hard not to feel sad as I contemplate the emptiness. Where there is now a single ring...
there used to be an office and gift shop,
stabling for nearly one hundred horses,
|Jennifer on Love N Stuff, 1980|
|Barton with an unknown rider, 1986|
|Jennifer and Love N Stuff, 1980|
|Jennifer and Filly, 1982|
|Anna and Holly, 1980|
|Pasadena Star News, 1981|
How did all that stuff fit into this tiny acreage? It seems impossible to me. Perhaps ECRC was like the Tardis--bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. That is the only logical explanation.
Before I leave, I take a moment and try to locate a few of the most important landmarks. I think this is the site of Cinnamon's stall in the "C" Barn. Maybe.
It's been twenty seven years since my last ride at ECRC. Seems like forever. Seems like yesterday. The office and barns and rings and wash stalls may be gone, but they loom large in my memory. I will continue to visit their ghosts as long as I am in California.