The Adventures of a New England Equestrian in Breeches and Boat Shoes.
After a summer of staying on property and plodding around the outdoor, I was super excited to join a group of riders that were attending a fall hunter pace right around the corner from the barn. Sadly, my enthusiasm was short-lived.
After such a gross horse show the weekend before, a hunter pace was just what Ax and I needed to have some fun while we are stuck in this awful rut. This one was rumored to have small, adult ammy-friendly jumps and some pretty views, so Ax and I jumped at the chance to go—literally. Continue reading “BSTRA Spring Hunter Pace”
I’d never heard of a Hunter Pace until I moved to Massachusetts. (Is it not a New Hampshire thing? I don’t know.) But everyone here seems to be loading up their horses to spend the day galloping through the woods and over natural obstacles. Of course, once I found out that it wasn’t a super terrifying cross-country course, I bugged the crap out of my friend until she had an open trailer spot made it a mission to make sure Ax and I went on one. As much as I love showing and its preparations, any chance I get to take Ax out of the ring and into the woods, I’ll take it—especially if jumping is involved. Continue reading “Tanheath Fall Hunter Pace”
