AppyButt wrote:
Um, both? Nothing like galloping full blast up a hill or jumping logs for fun, and nothing like sitting quietly and listening to horses munching their hay. Such a soothing sound for me.


Me too.

Somewhere - behind the rider you've become, the long hours in the saddle,
the ribbons you didn't win, the falls you've taken, the tears you've cried,
and the horses you've given your heart to - is the little girl who fell in love
with the sport and never looked back. Ride for her.
-- Author Unknown