For the last night of the trip, we stayed in a State Forest in Voluntown, Connecticut. The forest was gorgeous, the other campers were frightening. Who knew you had to travel all the way to Connecticut to see the scariest rednecks of them all. I've been known to drop the f-bomb in polite company, but the expletives being shouted from that campsite had my ears bleeding. Just wow.
The horses did well with the 10 hour trip and slept on the highline overnight without incident. Every time I got up to check on them, Brego was sprawled out flat on the ground. He just might be getting tired, finally.
We took the morning to go for a ride in the forest. It was a perfect sunny day and Brego was calm enough to ride on the buckle, but moved smartly forward with the slightest pressure from my calf. We even jumped a few logs to clear the cobwebs. What a nice balance and it was like settling back into your favorite lounge chair. It felt good to be home.
There is one more 4 hour drive today to arrive at our new boarding barn in Sanford, Maine. I am so excited to get them there. I had visited the barn a couple of times during the last 6 weeks and it already feels like home. The people are great, the horses look healthy and happy, and the amenities are extraordinary. I am really looking forward to getting back into the routine and taking on a couple of schooling shows in the next two months.
Of course, the perennial goal is to complete a recognized event this year. In a previous post, I discussed the "Percheron" part of the "Eventing Percheron" title. Now I need to get on that "Eventing" part. The move delayed our recognized debut by 6 months, but I think we'll be better for the extra work and change of scenery.