They say when you take your horse into a new and potentially stressful situation, you'll find any holes you've got with that horse.
I found the Grand F#@#ing Canyon this weekend.
I'm not real excited to even write about it yet, it's still a little too raw for me. I didn't get hurt, didn't get bucked off, didn't hurt anything but my pride.
And I didn't ride to Conception on a horse. Because my horse wouldn't listen to me. But would listen to a better, tougher rider.
It has shaken me up pretty badly. I'm looking back at my journey over the last 2 years and wondering if I'm suited for this.
Maybe some people just don't have the right nature for working with horses, and maybe I'm one of those people.
Maybe some people are dog people, not horse people.
More details tomorrow. I still am not in a space to share. Still angry, sad, defeated, etc.
Tonight I'm going to continue the soul searching.