3rd Year Anniversary - Julian Stables
We married three years. THREE YEARS! If our marriage was a person it would already have self-awareness and the ability to speak with limited coherence. Doesn’t seem that long, seems like, hmm, a year and half maybe.
To celebrate, we went back to the site of our first wedding anniversary, Julian, California (old-timey historical town in the mountains above San Diego). We visited the Julian Stable and went on a trail ride. You’re not supposed to take photos on a trail ride because the horse might get nervous hearing camera noises. The helmet ruins whatever decency your hair begins with, but riding the horse is worth it. I was surprised that the horse smell wasn’t that bad, I was expecting to have to destroy my clothes afterwards.
The horse that I rode was named Harry Trotter. Hm, okay. Nicole’s horse was named Angel. If you’re like me, the name Angel immediately brings to mind the 1984 film “Angel” about the girl who is a floozy at night and who attends high school by day.
The controls on the horse are easy to work. To turn right you pull the horse’s rein in your right hand and push your left foot into the horse’s body. To turn left you do the opposite. If you want to go slower or stop you pull the reins with both hands and say “Whoa.” The brakes on my horse were bad, he kept crowding Angel. Our guide said that he wouldn’t keep his distance because horses are herd animals, they like to stay together - that’s why he resisted control. In horse lingo that means that his gears are stripped.
After we got back from our ride we got to feed the horses carrot treats. There was one nameless horse kept in a pen who was forced to wear a blindfold – he had committed crimes against both humans and horses and so he was being brainwashed with sensory deprivation/isolation punishment. He didn’t understand English or any language. Actually that’s not true, he could see through his mask, he was wearing it to protect his eyes from flies and irritations. Can’t remember if he got a carrot, but the little pony got carrots. I can’t think of anything funny to write about the pony, his eyes were already crazy, but apparently he was normal.
We had a great time at the Julian Stables, they gave us each a blue ribbon that says, “Champion Trail Rider.” I’m looking forward to meeting new horses and learning how to control them.
To celebrate, we went back to the site of our first wedding anniversary, Julian, California (old-timey historical town in the mountains above San Diego). We visited the Julian Stable and went on a trail ride. You’re not supposed to take photos on a trail ride because the horse might get nervous hearing camera noises. The helmet ruins whatever decency your hair begins with, but riding the horse is worth it. I was surprised that the horse smell wasn’t that bad, I was expecting to have to destroy my clothes afterwards.
The horse that I rode was named Harry Trotter. Hm, okay. Nicole’s horse was named Angel. If you’re like me, the name Angel immediately brings to mind the 1984 film “Angel” about the girl who is a floozy at night and who attends high school by day.
The controls on the horse are easy to work. To turn right you pull the horse’s rein in your right hand and push your left foot into the horse’s body. To turn left you do the opposite. If you want to go slower or stop you pull the reins with both hands and say “Whoa.” The brakes on my horse were bad, he kept crowding Angel. Our guide said that he wouldn’t keep his distance because horses are herd animals, they like to stay together - that’s why he resisted control. In horse lingo that means that his gears are stripped.
After we got back from our ride we got to feed the horses carrot treats. There was one nameless horse kept in a pen who was forced to wear a blindfold – he had committed crimes against both humans and horses and so he was being brainwashed with sensory deprivation/isolation punishment. He didn’t understand English or any language. Actually that’s not true, he could see through his mask, he was wearing it to protect his eyes from flies and irritations. Can’t remember if he got a carrot, but the little pony got carrots. I can’t think of anything funny to write about the pony, his eyes were already crazy, but apparently he was normal.
We had a great time at the Julian Stables, they gave us each a blue ribbon that says, “Champion Trail Rider.” I’m looking forward to meeting new horses and learning how to control them.
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