Seize the Morning, or Seize the Mane, if you need to.
Words to describe this oppressive heat escape me. I wanted to ride both horses, so I got to Iron Ridge before 8 a.m., accompanied by my tankard of coffee. As I made endless trips to my truck unloading tack, gear, the cooler, etc., I recalled the days of lugging a baby around.
Poco and Daltrey were in the arena. I swear, that baby gets taller each time I see him. I moved them into the barn and threw each a flake of hay. Jaz, who was in with the juniors, was up first.
I must be learning better how to ask for a trot, because Jaz actually gave me a pretty decent one. We did 30-40 minutes of walk-trot. I've decided I need to do a lot more trotting in order to transition to the canter. I'm okay with a couple strides of it, but still not ready to fly just yet. Hosed him down, put him in the barn, and grabbed the other one. Lather, rinse, repeat with Poco. It wasn't a good day to die — I didn't canter either horse.
No pix riding because we all had our hands full.