Yesterday I rode my dream horse.
I guess Smokey isn't my dream horse, because if he was he'd be older and more experienced. But he has been the horse I've really liked, (okay, loved) since I first met him.
Smokey, the buckskin 4 year old morgan, 14.2, who has been under training at our barn, is for sale (you can see him here).
Like Lily (who I told the owner that I would buy when she wanted to sell him), I said from the moment I saw him that he was my horse. So I was excited to actually get on him yesterday and ride.
Smokey has got the smoothest gaits. And while he has a lot still to learn (let's get that head down. Lets work on steering a little. Lets soften that back), I felt oddly confident on this horse. Probably confidence left over from my rides on Woody, who is much more the kind of horse I need to get. We cantered, trotted, went up and down hills and he was sane, sweet, and it felt like I was floating, his gaits are so smooth (he is NOT gaited).
It was incredible to ride this horse I've admired so long. Someone is coming to look at him this weekend and hopefully will see what I see - a beautiful horse, with great temperment. Young but steady, forward but not hot.
I wish it was 2 years from now, where both of us would be more broke to ride. But given his price is already at the top of my range and the fact that he needs a trainer to work with him for a few months, this is just not the time for this dream.
But I hope you'll forgive me if I don't want to wake up.