Sorry about the radio silence on Friday. I really really hate trying to write blog posts on my phone and by Friday I just Could Not deal anymore. Apparently I don’t skip days very much, since I had several people message me and ask if I was okay. Ha!
And I definitely have a whole lot to recap from the past few days, and the show, and all that stuff. Buuuuut as I type it’s midnight on Sunday and I’m in the backseat of a truck somewhere in the middle of Louisiana, and of course that means I’m still limited to my phone for writing posts. For my sanity, the real recaps can wait.
Mostly I just want to say that my horse was so spectacular these past couple weeks and I couldn’t possibly be more proud of him. My heart almost can’t handle how fantastic he is. He’s not perfect, I’m not perfect, but he’s my wildest dream come true. That horse tried his little heart out for me both weekends, and I can’t ask for more than that. He is a quirky little weirdo but I wouldn’t trade him for all the tea in China. How I got lucky enough to stumble onto this horse, I have no idea.
Chatt Hills was also really fantastic. The barns are incredible, the footing is lovely, and the courses – both stadium and XC – were challenging. It was 100% worth the trip and I’m so glad that I decided to go, even if it was pretty spur of the moment and a little last minute. The venue is top notch, Georgia was beautiful, and the weather this past weekend was phenomenal.
The second weekend also drew a lot of vendors since it was Area 3 Championships, and I got to meet a few people from companies I knew through Instagram. Everyone was so nice and great to talk to. I can’t wait to share a couple of these great small businesses with you guys. Also, shout out to the $2 snow cone vendor. They’re the real MVP of the show series.
I learned so much that I can’t even wrap my head around all of it right now. About my horse, about myself, about riding, about showing, and yeah… even about life. There’s always more to learn and more perspective to gain. The group that we went with really pulled together and rallied, and it felt like a genuine team effort in every regard.
I feel pretty lucky to have had the opportunity to go, to own the horse that I do, and to be able to make these memories. Is this even real life? It was a great time and I can’t wait to do it all again next year (although I admit my vote would be for Coconino again). But for now, Henry gets to go home and enjoy an extremely well-earned summer vacation.