A few weeks ago, I went to Idaho for the first time. And let me tell you, Idaho is possibly one of the most underrated states I've been to yet.
Boise and Nampa weren't much to speak of themselves, but during one of my off days, I took some time to drive up into the mountains to go horseback riding...and it was B-E-A-yootiful!
The outdoorsman's paradise.
I ended up in Garden Valley, ID, for my ride. Since it was a Wednesday morning, it was just me and the guide, and we talked all about horses and Idaho pretty much the whole time. The weather was cool, the scenery was beautiful, and it was so relaxing. I rode a little Paint mare named Mindy who seemed a little put out to be riding instead of hanging out in her pasture grazing, but she was well-behaved.
I stopped for lunch at a little cafe in Crouch called Wild Bill's Coffee and Bistro and got a BLT, which was delicious. So was the free chocolate gelato I got, thanks to the coupon given to me by the trail guide.
As I had driven up to Garden Valley, I was tickled by the signs I saw on the roadway:
The "OPEN RANGE" signs were just so iconic. I did see some range cattle, which somehow exist effortlessly on the side of the mountains. And that was the only "wildlife" I saw. I definitely will need to spend some more time in Idaho one day, white-water rafting, mountain climbing, and of course, horseback riding.
In what's happening back home, I rode Rosa English for the first time. It felt very different on her, since she's so small. The whole time we were cantering I felt like I was going to come off over her head, but we managed through. And she makes a cute little English pony!
We also bought Philip his own saddle!
Now we can both ride Western at the same time! And he doesn't have to get leg cramps from riding in my too-small-for-him saddle. Which means more riding! Next on the list for him? Boots. Because somehow I married a guy who has never owned a pair of boots.
Boise and Nampa weren't much to speak of themselves, but during one of my off days, I took some time to drive up into the mountains to go horseback riding...and it was B-E-A-yootiful!
The outdoorsman's paradise.
I ended up in Garden Valley, ID, for my ride. Since it was a Wednesday morning, it was just me and the guide, and we talked all about horses and Idaho pretty much the whole time. The weather was cool, the scenery was beautiful, and it was so relaxing. I rode a little Paint mare named Mindy who seemed a little put out to be riding instead of hanging out in her pasture grazing, but she was well-behaved.
I stopped for lunch at a little cafe in Crouch called Wild Bill's Coffee and Bistro and got a BLT, which was delicious. So was the free chocolate gelato I got, thanks to the coupon given to me by the trail guide.
As I had driven up to Garden Valley, I was tickled by the signs I saw on the roadway:
The "OPEN RANGE" signs were just so iconic. I did see some range cattle, which somehow exist effortlessly on the side of the mountains. And that was the only "wildlife" I saw. I definitely will need to spend some more time in Idaho one day, white-water rafting, mountain climbing, and of course, horseback riding.
In what's happening back home, I rode Rosa English for the first time. It felt very different on her, since she's so small. The whole time we were cantering I felt like I was going to come off over her head, but we managed through. And she makes a cute little English pony!
We also bought Philip his own saddle!
Now we can both ride Western at the same time! And he doesn't have to get leg cramps from riding in my too-small-for-him saddle. Which means more riding! Next on the list for him? Boots. Because somehow I married a guy who has never owned a pair of boots.