Friday afternoon we took our first ride. It was only an hour, a short ride out and back to the ranch, so that we can release all our built-up nervous anticipation of a fortnight ride, and to get acquainted with our horses and their dynamic together, and our own dynamic as a group. We are riding English. I’m pleased with my horse, Kelebek. She’s smart, sweet-mannered and sensitive. She hardly needs any leg; I can steer her just with neck rein and shifting my weight. Towards the end of the ride she slipped, or was bitten by a horsefly and startled, or something. Her rear leg buckled and she swung her head sharply around to the left and half-collapsed. It was all in a split-second and was the kind of situation where a rider can come off a horse, but I was pleased to be told by one of the other riders that I was “a natural” for staying on.
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