A friend and former coworker lost her beloved mare yesterday to a trail injury that at first seemed simple and in the end was tragic. I knew the mare as a filly when she and the gal were first bonding and coming along together and they had a great relationship that had budded into a successful endurance career. My heart just breaks for her. Another experienced endurance rider lost his horse and is recovering from a fall from the Tevis trail this week as well. It's such a knife edge that we balance on, riding horses and going out adventuring in the wilds, it's amazing what we get away with, how lucky we generally are--and so tragic when it goes wrong. My best wishes and prayers for all that have been injured, lost, or suffered loss in the last few weeks.
I wanted to spend time with my own horses this morning, so Blaze and I cruised to the top of the ridge. After a few hot days the temperature dropped significantly again last night; today is easily 20 degrees cooler than yesterday, so I climbed most of the steep ridge on foot, listening to Blaze clop clop in his Renegades behind me.
Cute lil Blaze