And this one. Big Ben's gotta climb on a tractor.
They saddled the horses up. We all looked to Firstborn for advice. She's just about the only one who knows anything about horseback riding! They actually had us sign a disclaimer. That was a first in Turkey.
The trick to riding here is first of all, the terrain is rugged, so you do have to steady yourself, shift, and hold on. Also, the horses are not really trail trained. The minute they get out of the corral, they want the nice fresh grass. Constantly.
Within a few minutes, I had a smile from her. She was glad she did it.
My horse was ornery. That's even an understatement. "Ruzgar" (Wind) was downright rotten. She stopped at every patch she could find. The guide told me to pull her, kick her, cluck at her. But she played me for the fool. And we were pretty much behind and off trail the entire time. When Ruzgar saw the corral in the distance, she planted her feet and would NOT budge. Everyone else was back at the ranch, and I was stuck on a horse that would not budge. I seriously could not stop laughing. What should I do? Get off and walk? I had kicked her as hard I could humanly could. She didn't care. The grass was sweeter. Finally, the ranch hands drove up on a motorscooter. The minute Ruzgar saw them, she took off in a dead run to the corral. I got the ride of my life. I felt like I was filming a western!
Here we are with our horses. And sore rumps.
And then our ranch friends took Big Ben on a promised ride around the corral. He only wanted to go if big sis would go with him.