On Friday night, our group of eleven went on a nighttime
horseback ride at the Karamu horse track. We arrived at about 8pm while it was
still light outside, and began hopping on our horses. Mine was a grey horse
named Spirit, and she wasn’t really feeling the whole trail ride thing that
day. I can’t really blame her though. If I was a horse and someone was trying
to make me walk up and down giant hills for two hours, I would probably try to
stop and eat grass whenever possible too.
There were only a few mishaps along the way. Gabe’s horse
decided to take a head swing at Spirit while we were on the edge of the trail
next to a very steep hill. There was a moment there where I thought me and my
new horsey friend were going to tumble down the mountain like in a cartoon.
Scott’s horse, Kiki, decided to take a fast, spinning turn at one point and he
fell off. We discovered this when Kiki came trotting back up the path to where
us stragglers were waiting without a sign of Scott. He was fine though- just a
sore hip.
The sun began setting around 45 minutes into our tour, and
we quickly discovered that the guides weren’t exaggerating when they said we
wouldn’t be able to see more than a few feet in front of us. I figured the
highlight of the ride would be the section of the trail that was lit by glow
worms (which I have to admit was pretty sweet), but they paled in comparison to
the view of the night sky.
Having spent most of my life in the suburbs, and many years
riding horses pretty far away from even those suburbs, I thought I had seen
some pretty great views of stars. I still can’t believe the view we had from
those rolling hills in the middle of nowhere. I think the best way to describe
it is that it was the first time the sky had ever really looked
three-dimensional to me. The surrounding area was so dark that you could just
barely see the farthest stars that give the sky a slight glow to it. The closer
stars really seemed to pop out in comparison. I almost wish I had tried to get
a picture, but it wouldn’t have come close to doing justice to that view. It’s
just something you have to witness for yourself.
Horse back riding is one of my ultimate adventure. Its like a real bonding with my family & the awesome feeling of riding in a horse.
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