Post by Ben Ayers on Nov 12, 2019 13:38:42 GMT -8
Now that classes were in full swing, Ben was getting his homework under control too. One of his classes had a term project that he was almost done with, but that was the only outstanding thing he had left to do. Deciding that that could wait, since it wasn't due for another month, he left the library and headed for the barn. After a quick brushing, he got Rowen tacked up in his green paracord bridle and reinds, and matching saddle pad (not paracord). He had just finished the bridle set that summer, and it hadn't seen nearly enough use for him.
After grabbing a small snack and a water bottle from his locker, he stuck those into a saddle bag and then led the gelding out of the barn and across the campus road towards the Rocky Ridge Trail. He didn't want to stop along the way, so he avoided the branchings down to the bay and towards town, and just pointed Rowen's nose north.
After grabbing a small snack and a water bottle from his locker, he stuck those into a saddle bag and then led the gelding out of the barn and across the campus road towards the Rocky Ridge Trail. He didn't want to stop along the way, so he avoided the branchings down to the bay and towards town, and just pointed Rowen's nose north.