Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 14:25:29 GMT -8
Now that spring was here to stay, Jason was eager to get on the trails. He hadn't gotten a chance to wander down many of them before the winter descended. He whistled as he readied his Oldenburg. Tickle picked up on his rider's upbeat attitude and showed some of his own, repeatedly striking the ground with his foreleg. Jason chided him only half-heartedly, as they were nearly finished in the crossties anyway.
Before long, horse and rider were clopping peacefully down the Green Hill Trail. They had been down a few of its forks, but not the Meadow Trail, where Jason intended to go today. It was a touch too chilly under the trees, in his opinion. Besides, the open area would be a good place to run, and he had heard there was little stream that ran across the trail as well. Jason nudged his horse into a nice trot, not too slow and not too fast. Both of them appreciated the chance in scenery from the same walls of the indoor area they had frequented during the winter months.
Jason tapped his heels gently against the gelding's side. Tickle responded by jumping into a canter, starting out slow but gaining speed as the trees thinned. Perched in a half-seat position, Jason could see the telltale sparkle of sunlight reflecting off of running water, and guided his horse towards it. A little desensitization wouldn't hurt. Because of the relatively short distance to the stream, however, Jason kept his horse to a reasonable canter.
Before long, horse and rider were clopping peacefully down the Green Hill Trail. They had been down a few of its forks, but not the Meadow Trail, where Jason intended to go today. It was a touch too chilly under the trees, in his opinion. Besides, the open area would be a good place to run, and he had heard there was little stream that ran across the trail as well. Jason nudged his horse into a nice trot, not too slow and not too fast. Both of them appreciated the chance in scenery from the same walls of the indoor area they had frequented during the winter months.
Jason tapped his heels gently against the gelding's side. Tickle responded by jumping into a canter, starting out slow but gaining speed as the trees thinned. Perched in a half-seat position, Jason could see the telltale sparkle of sunlight reflecting off of running water, and guided his horse towards it. A little desensitization wouldn't hurt. Because of the relatively short distance to the stream, however, Jason kept his horse to a reasonable canter.