From the Archive: Horseback riding, Kazakhstan
Seven years ago yesterday, I was riding this horse into the mountains in southern Kazakhstan.
Prior to this trip, our outfitter - and I use that term loosely here - had some questions for us.
Outfitter: “You have experience riding a horse - correct?”
Me: “Oh yeah. You don’t need to worry about that”
Outfitter: “And you are happy for a four-day horse riding trip into the mountains?”
Me: “You bet”
Afterwards as we were walking out, my partner turned to me and asked:
Partner: “When did you last ride a horse?”
Me: “Oh…about thirty years ago when I was ten”
Partner: “Was that the pony Patches?”
Me: “Yep. And technically speaking I didn’t ride him - I was riding bareback with my cousin, who was riding him. I was just hanging on. And I did fall off that time too…”