Last week, I did the scariest sh*t ever! I rode a horse for the first time with my toddler up a freaking mountain, y’all! Yes, I am flippin’ serious. The initial plan was for the big girls to get to ride a horse on an hour long trail ride. We arrived at the stables and I casually asked the dude in charge if the toddler could ride. To my surprise, he said yes. My jaw literally dropped.
Was he serious?
Is this legal?
Am I even considering this?
Before I knew it, the toddler and I were on a horse waiting for our trail ride to begin. The smell was unbelievably foul. I hate poop and it was everywhere.
Almost immediately, I regretted my decision. This horse was huge and instead of it being a flat trail ride we were inching up the side of a mountain in mud. You see. It had rained the night before so it was slippery as hell. I can’t even begin to count how many times my horse, Pegasus, slipped. The girls were both in front of me. My heart stayed racing the entire time. Surely this was not going to end well.
The toddler started off crying and whining but then she got super relaxed and actually started petting the horse, holding the reins, and waving to everybody. I couldn’t believe it. It was terrifying going up the mountain but it was even more terrifying going down. I had one arm around the toddler, one hand holding the reigns, and I had to keep leaning back as we were going down. I was praying for it to be over soon because I kept envisioning Pegasus falling off the side of the mountain. We didn’t have helmets or any safety gear on. The horse handlers were mainly teenagers although I must say they were pretty awesome.
The girls looked like pros in front of me. I couldn’t help being proud with how natural they looked.
The moment I got back, I was finally able to breath again. It was hands down one of the most amazing experiences of my life! If you are ever in Ruidoso, I can’t recommend Grindstone Stables enough!