Hello and happy Tuesday. Hope you are staying safe and well! And thanks for joining us! It means a lot!
This week’s challenge comes from the amazing Christina Alexandra: –
Travel in the Time of Covid: Since the pandemic has cancelled travel plans, we now have to journey through old photos. Pick one photo from past travels and tell us about that day’s adventures.
This really isn’t so much about travels, but the photo I came across inspired me to write about a great adventure. Many years ago, in a place very far away (okay, California), I was finally able to realize my dream of riding horses. I learned the basics on a quarter horse named Willie and then I bought Cinnabar, the horse love of my life.
Cinnabar was an Arabian with more heart and more spirit than I can say. We loved each other and we trusted each other.
I was lucky enough, at the time, to live across the street from Griffith Park, with fifty miles of trails and wide open spaces. Cin and I would ride up narrow mountain passes and fly across fields, one body, one mind.
He hated water, especially puddles, so my big strong boy would shiver and balk when we had to walk through one. I took him out once in the rain and he looked back at me like I had lost my mind.
And he hated plastic bags. He must have thought of those as some kind of demons. I don’t know.
But nothing else fazed him. He could maneuver like a mountain goat and go like the wind.
There came a terrible time when he got sick with lung problems (I am sure it was the smog) and I had to send him to Idaho to be put out to pasture. He did recover, but he could never come back, so I gave him to a family there with young girls. Those children got their dream earlier than I did and I knew Cinnabar would be loved and cared for the rest of his life.
I still miss that horse, but I have such incredible memories…
Now let’s hop over to the wonderful Jenna Da Sie and check out her memories….