Harv the riding horse: A look back

In riding Ri this summer, I've experienced a mix of frustration, fear, motivation, and sometimes, success! If it is a struggle sometimes, it's because we're holding ourselves to a higher standards for performance. It's not enough to look sort of round travel along on the shoulders. The back end needs to be engaged, the shoulders up and out of the way, and at the helm using subtle cues to direct. That's the picture we're aiming for.

Our good days can be very, very good. On some days, the two of us just take a while to click in. I can't consistently diagnose "what to fix" without eyes on the ground, but I'm getting better. Once we get where we need to be, I'm pretty good at keeping it.


 Harv and the happy place 
 I can't help but harken back to the days of riding Harv. Ri has the talent and the good nature, but he isn't as naturally tuned-in as Harv was back in the day.  Harv, I never appreciated how kind and easy you were to ride. You met me more than half-way and I didn't even know it.