Sunday was the second hunter pace, held way up near Frederick, actually way beyond Frederick, at the foot of a mountain. This always means lots of rocks! It was not too bad this year, they had tried to cushion some of the very rockiest stuff. Julia was up from Florida and we were rockin' and rollin' again. I have missed riding with her. We just seem to get along without a lot of talking about how to do this or that - we just do. Very nice. As usual, just as we are loading the trailer to leave, one of the yearlings ( has to be the difficult one) comes in with a laceration. I'm looking at it, thinking stitches, thinking "there goes the day's plan", but we finally decide too late, too swollen for stitches. So, I tranquilize the yearling to get a bandage on, cover it in red pepper paste to stop her chewing it off and then we load up and leave. Hunter paces are really just cross-country gallops with lots of other people in new places. It is for foxhunters who really don't want to stop for the season yet and we can run a and jump over a 5 or 6 mile course. I took Red and Julia rode Polly, the 5 yr old off the track. It was Polly's first time really jumping a lot of fences and she was great- may go back to Florida with Julia .
The farm is looking lovely in the spring, new babies and big fat broodmares and green, green grass make for a very idyllic, pastoral scene. Sam and Stephanie are looking at venues for wedding, she took her Mom and maid of honor to Billingsley and came to see the farm also. It is so exciting to plan a wedding and Stephanie seems very happy. It is a delight.
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