Horsey, horsey

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After our Lake Powell excursion, Michael flew home to face the real world and the kids and I stayed on for some more partying and stuff.
We split the time between his parents' house and my parents' house and so were able to have good times with both sets of grandparents.
While staying with Grandma and Grandpa in Marysvale, we went horseback riding, 4-wheeling, swimming, McDonald's, WalMart, Bryce Canyon, and campfire-ing.
I'll first start with the horse back riding. For someone like me who did not grow up around horses and has only ridden a handful of times, I think I did pretty good at impressing the cowboys that guided us. As a free service to you, I will pass on my tips on "How to Act Knowledgeable About Something You Know Nothing About."
Tip #1: Use words that pertain to the activity you know nothing about. In my case I used words like stirrups, reins, bridle, spurs, hooves, horseshoes, WHOA BOY!, and saddle sore.
Tip#2: Ask lots of questions, but not so many questions that you seem ignorant. Here are some examples: How do you make the horse slow down? What is a safe distance to keep between me and the kicking legs of the horse in front of me? How long is this trail? Will my horse spook if I talk too loud?
Tip #3: Never ever kick your horse in the belly unless you want it to run really, really fast.
Our ride was about an hour long. Laynee got to stay with Grandma and go around and around the corral on her very own horsey. She loved it. And her cowboy guide was awesome with her.
While on our ride, Corrine's horse got a little ahead of the game and made the poor girl nervous so the lead cowboy held her reins and led her horse (whose name was Sassy). I was third in line after Hunter but that didn't keep the wind from carrying Corrine's voice back to me. That girl talked the. Whole. Time. Did not stop once. I think our guide said maybe 10 words, and even then it was, "Really? Huh. Wow. Oh yeah?" Sweet, sweet man.
If you're ever in Marysvale, Utah and would like to do some horseback riding, I highly suggest going to them. Their family-run operation and service and freindly-ness was incredible. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for spoiling us. And thanks Rose Ranch Resort for never making us feel like the city slickers we truly are.

Comments

Vicky said…
...so fun!! pretty pictures, love the close ups of Laynee girl!
July 28, 2009 at 12:50 AM
Danielle said…
Whatever Emily, we all know that you're the horse whisperer. Not because you were whispering while riding your horse so that it wouldn't spook, but because you whisper to horses like what's his name whispers to dogs. You know...that one spanish guy. I don't know his name. Sigh. Do you even get what I'm saying? It's okay.

sainesti

You are a sainesti.
July 28, 2009 at 10:48 AM
Unknown said…
ERMA looks like you had a wonderful trip! So ..... the other side did?? and for the fishing...you go girl! I love to fish. BTDT and still doing it! you did see my catch on my blog over the 4th of July! Made a grown man cry! hehehe
July 28, 2009 at 3:57 PM
Penny said…
The phot of Laynee on the horse made me do a double take. The cowboy reminds me of my daddy, the best cowboy ever.
August 4, 2009 at 8:21 AM
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