Sunday was hot. Probably not hot by rest of the country standards, but in the PNW it was a record breaking day of heat in the 90's. I saddled up anyways but we ended up only riding for about ten minutes. It was just too hot and neither one of us were motivated.
There was nobody around, so I took Tessa's saddle off in the arena. I was about to take her bridle off when I had an idea. I should check something off of my 'perfect horse' list that I've wanted to do. Have a horse that I can ride bareback. So I led her to the mounting block, removed my spurs (just in case) and slid on to her back. It was slippery. And her mane was short, having been recently pulled. I asked her to walk. She took a step. My heart was pounding a million miles an hour. She took another step. On the fifth step, I heard the sound of the Blue Angels (jet fighter planes that were in town for a show that weekend) approaching. So, I slid off. My short bareback ride over.
But you know what? It was five steps more bareback than I had ridden her before. And now I can say I've ridden my pony bareback. Of course there are no pictures. How many pictures of Tessa in the crossties can I possibly take? Even my camera is sick of Tessa in the crossties pictures. So, sorry about that, but no pictures this time. I promise I'll get better about that.