maintained. There were sites available for group and individual riders. There was some manure in our enclosure, but no nasty objects. There was also a manure management system in place. There was a small concrete bunker adjacent to the pen. We also had access to a picnic table and an outhouse. Because it was after labor day, the distant showers were locked up.
We went for an early evening ride, and what a wonderful ride it was. The local in-park trail system is called the carriage route. It’s wide, level with rolling hills, and winds through pine and aspen groves. I suspect that the trail is well used by other horseback riders, but we did not see anyone.
Raudi and Signy flew along at a fast pace. We alternated trotting and cantering. This, for them, was a welcome change, for we’d spent most of our summer going up and down steep, rock strewn trails. I imagined that if he were here, that Mr. Siggi would also have liked the routes.
It was a great deal of fun, to be riding my willing horse who is now in great shape, on a trail that has been well maintained. In fact, it was sort of icing on the trail riding cake.
After, as we untacked the horses, Pete asked me what has become a commonplace question, which is “Could you live here?” I said yes, assuming that by this he meant Idaho, the state. At least I took it this way.
I let my mind continue to wander. Idaho, yes Idaho. Land of famous potatoes. Yes, I could live here. We have, in the past month ridden on a wide variety of trails in this state and in Wyoming, which as the crow flies is not that far away. And I have liked every single one of them. If we lived here, we’d have access to the ones that we’ve ridden and a lot more. I also like the people I’ve met in both places. It would also be nice not to have to spend two weeks driving/trailering time to get here.
So tomorrow we’ll do as we told Robin and Al, and go and check out property in the Priest River area. Idaho. Huh. I could pack it all up and move down here.
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