Yeah, they matter. Especially if you haven't ridden a horse before. That's me up there with my friend "Diamond." I think she knew I suck at discipline (our dogs certainly know it), so she didn't listen to me at all. The guide on the ride kept yelling to pull the reins hard to bring her head up, but, you know, I figured, hey, horse, you're hungry. What do I care if you want a snack every five feet while we go up and down this mountain? I mean, I'm the one slowing you down.
So, I stayed in the back of the horse line, with my starving horse, and enjoyed the scenery--until she started heading for a tree. I was wondering if Diamond knew she was about to walk into a tree, and I was pulling on the reins, and still she headed for the tree. And as the tree got closer and closer, I realized she was not going to run into the tree, no, I WAS GOING TO RUN INTO THE TREE. I tried to get her to turn, but that horse had an itch that only the tree could scratch, so forward we went. She scratched her neck, I smashed my leg, but all was right with the world.
Except for the fact that there was more horse debauchery going on.
Keeping Prince away from the other horses didn't turn out to be a problem because old Prince was about the slowest walking horse that has ever existed. He was in no hurry to get anywhere, and no amount of digging heels into his rib cage made him go any faster. So , Mike got to enjoy the ride looking at a bunch of horse butts from a distance. There could be worse things to look at I suppose.
Something you may not know just yet about me--well, my husband too. We never do anything the easy way. Ever. If there's a hard way to do something, we'll find it (a lot of the time unintentionally), and that's how we do things. So when I looked at this site and saw the easy ride on flat land for beginner horse riders, there was no appeal. Besides, just because neither of us had ridden a horse since we were little kids, that in no way made us beginners. Instead of signing up for the easy trail ride, we signed up for the mountain ride. Because, really, I figured, we were in the mountains--who wants to see plain old stuff when we could ride horses IN THE MOUNTAINS!
Anyway, after about the first hour of the ride, my butt was crying in pain, begging to walk the rest of the way, and we still had an hour and a half to go. As you can see, I made it just fine. My butt? Not so much. Sitting in the car driving home for 8 hours the next day was fantastic too.
In conclusion, however, when you go on vacation, it's important to do things in that location that you cannot do at home. So, we rode horses in the mountains. And we had stubborn horses and sore asses, and will that matter when we die? Absolutely. Because overall, the ride was awesome. And it was something I was a little afraid of doing, but I did it and conquered the world on horseback.