Yesterday I had the oppurtunity to go to a ranch in the middle of nowhere southern Saskatchewan. One of the girls in my sunday morning class has been insisting for quite sometime that I come out to see where she lives. During our mornings on Sunday she has asked me numerous amounts of questions like
"have you ever seen a cow have a calf? Did you ever have baby chicks? Have you ever rode a horse? Do you like tractors?"
Whenever she brings these questions up I cannot help myself but laugh because I surely have not done any of the following except the horse thing. I rode a horse if any of you can remember back to that post while I was in California and it was a freaky experience. My level of riding was sitting on it while a lady held its reigns and walked me around the stable, pretty intense.
Anyways I get there yesterday to see a few horses with saddles on ready to hit the trails, immediately I start to panic. Stephanies mom says to me "So Steph said you and her are going to go riding today" I gulped really hard and in my sarcastic what the heck tone stated quite clearly "I don't ride horses at all, like not at all" The mom just looked at me chuckled and said "go on to the barn they are waiting" I wanted to die!
I get down there and explained I had zero experience on a horse except for maybe when I was a toddler and while in California, very small experiences. At that Stephs dad helped me jump on this massive horse and said "we will take it slow" -- WHATEVER!
I got on this horse, it trotted, it stopped, it spun, it went to the left, the right, it neighed, it sneezed, it breathed, scratched, it was SCARY! I got myself together after a few random moments of this horse "red" speeding up quite fast or randomly turning around and going back to the barn and could finally control the beast!
I thought 'ok now let's just go on an easy ride' --WRONG AGAIN! I went up the biggest hill(yes a hill in Saskatchewan) that I had not ever seen but definitely the biggest I have went up on a freaking horse! At the top I was comfortable then there was the getting back down part that was nerve racking and I found myself saying silent prayers the whole way down. I made it though..Went riding for about an hour and a half and cannot walk right today!
Moral of this story is that even if you don't know how to do something they still make you do it in Saskatchewan even ride old Red up to the top of a freaking mountain and back down again! ahhh!