One of the most important things an equestrian needs is to be brave. Most of us think we are. We know with a single bad distance, with a single fall, a single crash, in one second … everything we’ve worked for, from riding to living could be taken away from us. We’ve all experienced shit go down. This sport attracts many but only few were born to ride. With every bad distance, every fall, every crash, this sport tests us. Tests our bravery. Trying to find the real equestrians. The ones who get up, learn from our mistakes, and keep trying no matter how terrifying it seems. The ones who were born to ride.
I’m lucky enough to know an woman who claims to be the last living person to have worked on the Kellogg Ranch. She has essentially dedicated her life into making her home a massive Arabian horse museum. She has SO much knowledge collected, every time I visit her I feel like I’ve just been taught a lifetimes worth of learning. This is from one of her 70+ binders, with original photos and handwritten accounts, of horse imported from the Middle East outwards, Crabbet horses, and horses raised by early American breeders. Pretty cool stuff.