Riding Like the Wind

The Letter

" Miss Hannah Waten you have been accepted to the Falling Rivers Riding Academy. As the one student with a full scholarship no tuition or other payments will be involved. When you arrive you will receive your own dorm and tack room. Also your own color and horse." I stopped out of breath. My parents smiled, "Wonderful Hannah. When do you leave?" My eyes flew over the letter. "Two days." I muttered. I was bringing Cali for sure. Cali is my 7 year old Morgan mare. Cali is short for California. Though her show name is The Golden State. She is a palimino and is (?) pregnant. She was as let out with a friend's Morgan stallion on the thought he was a gelding. That was the day we brought her home.

She's a great jump and is a star. I do everything with her. Literally, everything.

Sorry I tend to ramble when I'm was excited, or nervous, or both.

But yeah. So... where was I? Oh right.

So I ran out side and stuck all of my helmet, boots, breeches, gloves, a polo shirt, body protected vest thingy (cross country) and a plethora of other stuff in my tack trunk. Then I walked over to Cali's. The reason I have two is because I occasionally go somewhere to do some riding related thing without Cali. So one for my stuff one for Cali's.

Cali's leather show halter and beat up leather halter got taken out and put back in (not the show halter) in a matter of seconds. I put Cali's blankets and sheets and her fly sheet and fly mask in the bottom with her cooler towards the top. Then boots and a bottle of fly spray along with a extra bit. I grabbed her polo wraps and stuck those in too. Bridle! I needed her bridle- wait- I had to ride her later. I went out and called Cali to come in then fed her her dinner and went inside to eat mine.