A Rare Occasion

Two rare events took place at my house tonight. First, Baby, our draft cross, got her turn at going out for a ride and the secondly, John actually rode! By George, I don’t think he has been on a horse since New Year’s Day game day!

It was almost 70 degrees today, but with gale force winds. I wanted to take advantage of the warm temps but wasn’t looking forward to fighting the wind. I had already talked myself into riding Baby – she’s the only one who has had NO time at all on her lately. The last time I rode her, I took a little rock n rollin from her when we touched the electric fence, but for the most part, she is pretty mellow. Just hard to drive with the legs and you tend to have to use the upper body quite a bit. If nothing else, you get quite a workout when you climb aboard the big girl. (See Sheila, I didn't say "plow rein"!)


But John mentioned checking some fence and I suggested if he was going to do that, we should just ride down and check it and perhaps he should put some time on his big horse. And he agreed. I saddled Butter while he bridled Baby & jumped on bareback. I caught up with him down the hill. We rode the fence line, and along the pond and then made it over to the bog which I have Butter crossing now. Baby would have none of that! Her big ol’ feet could have tromped right through it, but John didn’t push her.


Baby is nine years old this year. We have had her since she was a weanling. We have no real use for a big horse like this but she has kind of become a fixture in this horse life of ours. So she stays. Perhaps I’ll ride her next time.

The Real Mother's Day!

Having married into a large family, I learned early on that Mother’s Day is not about me – it’s about getting together with family – well -- specifically, my husband’s family. And if I even think about skipping out – doing what I want to do on my Mother’s Day, my kid’s will whine and my husband will be in trouble with his mom. There will be whispers around the table about why Tammy isn’t here and how I’ve taken my husband and kids to the dark side (riding horses! Gasp!) So unless I’m having brain surgery, I had better be at the family dinner table on Mother’s Day and I’d better like it!

In anticipation of this blessed family event, the first spring that I started trail riding back in 2001, my friend Tammy M. and I took off from work the Friday before Mother’s Day. We invited a couple friends to come along and we rode the Oak Creek Trail. Tammy M. recalls doing this every Friday before Mother’s Day with other friends long before I had horses, but it was my first. And once I do something I like, I make it a tradition. When 2002 rolled around, more friends were invited and each year since, the ride has grown. Last year there were close to 120 women celebrating Mother’s Day on the Friday Before Mother's Day!

I never in 100 years would have thought this many women would take the day away from work and/or family and come ride with me on our little Oak Creek Trail. But they did and they still do! I’ve had riders come from three states and several hours away, some driving in the night before and spending the night at the trail head! I don’t think it is so much about where we ride but having the opportunity to ride with other women and enjoy our day. And having food catered the last few years, is just icing on the cake! It truly is a Mother’s Day.

Originally, I thought I would rotate the ride to different trails each year but upon further contemplation, I decided the Oak Creek Trail had just what I needed. First, I know this trail like the back of my hand since I helped build it with the Nebraska Horse Trails Committee. It’s close enough to home that we can run over a few times prior to the ride and clear any downed tree branches that the illegal ATV traffic did not move over the winter. And the trail is not difficult by most horse trail rider standards. It runs along a hiking and biking trail which was once a railroad line. Riders can avoid most of the trail obstacles or water crossing by going around them next to the limestone, if needed.

The ride hasn't gone without incident. There is the annual fight with my husband about making sure we have water for the horses at the trail head. (I want it done yesterday and he thinks "zero hour/9 AM" is fine!) There have been a accidents; a rider sustained a few broken ribs and another a broken ankle. The locked bathrooms caused quite a stir last year. But most of all, there have been smiles among women and friends and yes, mothers and daughters, as they share the day.

Now that Expo is over, I’ve got the Friday Before Mother’s Day Ride on my mind. I hope to see you there on the Friday Before!

Pictures from past rides