I started to write this while sitting at a truckstop waiting for my best friend caravan down to the Oregon Horse Center with me. For the first time ever we will have almost matching trailers, which differ only in the details. In the span of three years of actually owning horses I’ve gone from a tiny little black trailer that both Flash and I hated, to a nice little Morgan Built stock sided trailer, to a custom built Double D, which I refer to as the BMW’s of horse trailers. I’m watching Tarma eat hay out of her bag from the cameras and just my mind is boggled at what my life is these days.
Today I hauled my spicy chocolate mare down to the Oregon Horse Center in Eugene in that brand new trailer (still kinda shocked it’s actually here after dreaming of it for so long!) I rode said mare in a busy, obstacle filled arena, having many solid discussions on the way. Unfortunately we were running late for our slot, so we didn’t have time to warm up that we would have liked. Despite this, Tarma was a gem, handling most of the questions with varying degrees of care and grace. At first she didn’t want to go into the water, the brown murkiness of it is a bit much for some, but as soon as she stepped foot in it she was like “whatevs” and went through without issue several times.
My best friend and her mare had a bobble, but she recovered well. Her mare Rue is not a fan of water, and she struggled with the waterfall, which was difficult for a lot of horses. After we were done, I was talking to a friend’s mom who had driven down with her and Tarma became her new best friend. She was really soaking up the soothing grandma energy, giving some big yawns and licks and sticking her face in the poor woman’s chest.
The haul home was smooth as butter, Tarma ate from her haynet a good bit of the time and it was so reassuring to watch her on the cameras. I love my new trailer and can’t wait to futz and putter and get it set just right for us, and I’m happy our first but outing went so well.