The Winter Blues: Flash Cards and Fuzzy Bridles
It’s been dumping rain for weeks. That means no saddle time. Winters in western Washington can be a little bit of a downer. I opened up the trailer on Christmas and all the bridles (except Leo’s) were covered in gray fuzz. Mold—a lovely western Washington variety. I threw a handful of tack in my trunk to take home and clean up. Somehow, cleaning tack just isn’t as much fun as riding.
I’m trying to look on the bright side. Just because I’m stuck inside, doesn’t mean I have to stop learning, right? It’s probably good that I’m spending more time reading. Is it completely geeky that I’ve started making flash cards to use to memorize the different techniques and exercises that Les recommends? Probably very, but it is a lot to remember when I’m riding. I don’t have it all down yet.
Leo isn’t learning by standing around in the field though. What if he forgets everything? I hope the rain lightens up a little soon.
