Hay is for horses
Wouldn't you know it, the wind is back. With Tyler still in San Jose with Pio, Lise calls off the morning lesson again due to wind. Seems that we're only averaging 50% of our lessons. It's getting to be a bit annoying, even though we understand that Mother Nature has a lot to due with it.
Seeing as we have a lot of free time today and that it will still be too dusty for ATVs, Irena suggests we try a horse ride of the area. I'm not much of a hose guy and I haven't ridden since I was a kid, but Irena and Rusty are keen on the idea, so I figure what the hell. Lise makes the arrangements at some local stables, but the ride isn't until 1;30, so that puts our 3:00 lesson in jeopardy. Lise says not to worry, we'll have a 4:30 lesson instead today. I'm not real pleased with this as tomorrow is my last day, but again I go with the flow.
We get down to the stables a bit early, and Sara, our horse guide, is not yet ready. But eventually we get going, riding through the jungle down to the beach. Since I'm the least familiar with horses, Sara gives my the mellow horse. However, he may be a bit too mellow. He's taking advantage of me and I know it. He keeps stopping to eat the local vegitation, and I keep pulling the reins to pull his head away and to get back on path. Irena starts giving me a bad time, telling me I can't control my horse. I keep my mouth shut, knowing there are several snappy comebacks I could make, not the least of which would be a reference to Horsegag.
Before long, we've ridden down to the beach, up the beach and we start making our way back to the stables. Suddenly, Rusty stops his horse. Seems Rusty's short legs have been struggling to reach the stirrups and he's hyper-extended his knee. This won't be good for his surfing. Rusty then tells us he can ride the horse back, but he'll need to take it slow. Galloping on the horse will not work now. We meander back to the stables, and just before we get there we need to ride on the main road. We then pass a construction site and my horse starts to get his own ideas. He ignores my instructions and then happens on a ditch, looking like he's going to jump it. Then somehow, brilliantly if I do say so myself, I yank the reigns to the right and turn the horse around. By that time a local Tico is yelling at me though the open window of his car with a big smile on his face. I think he was hoping to see me get into some trouble, but I regain control of my horse and calmly get him back to the stables.
As we get there, Rusty gingerly dismounts from his horse, unsure of the condition of his knee. We then quickly get in our waiting cab to get back to the beach for our 4:30 lesson.
Seeing as we have a lot of free time today and that it will still be too dusty for ATVs, Irena suggests we try a horse ride of the area. I'm not much of a hose guy and I haven't ridden since I was a kid, but Irena and Rusty are keen on the idea, so I figure what the hell. Lise makes the arrangements at some local stables, but the ride isn't until 1;30, so that puts our 3:00 lesson in jeopardy. Lise says not to worry, we'll have a 4:30 lesson instead today. I'm not real pleased with this as tomorrow is my last day, but again I go with the flow.
We get down to the stables a bit early, and Sara, our horse guide, is not yet ready. But eventually we get going, riding through the jungle down to the beach. Since I'm the least familiar with horses, Sara gives my the mellow horse. However, he may be a bit too mellow. He's taking advantage of me and I know it. He keeps stopping to eat the local vegitation, and I keep pulling the reins to pull his head away and to get back on path. Irena starts giving me a bad time, telling me I can't control my horse. I keep my mouth shut, knowing there are several snappy comebacks I could make, not the least of which would be a reference to Horsegag.
Before long, we've ridden down to the beach, up the beach and we start making our way back to the stables. Suddenly, Rusty stops his horse. Seems Rusty's short legs have been struggling to reach the stirrups and he's hyper-extended his knee. This won't be good for his surfing. Rusty then tells us he can ride the horse back, but he'll need to take it slow. Galloping on the horse will not work now. We meander back to the stables, and just before we get there we need to ride on the main road. We then pass a construction site and my horse starts to get his own ideas. He ignores my instructions and then happens on a ditch, looking like he's going to jump it. Then somehow, brilliantly if I do say so myself, I yank the reigns to the right and turn the horse around. By that time a local Tico is yelling at me though the open window of his car with a big smile on his face. I think he was hoping to see me get into some trouble, but I regain control of my horse and calmly get him back to the stables.
As we get there, Rusty gingerly dismounts from his horse, unsure of the condition of his knee. We then quickly get in our waiting cab to get back to the beach for our 4:30 lesson.
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