Turner Maxwell While their horses trotted, local riders tied down their preseason nerves at The Fourth Annual Ice Breaker Schooling Show hosted by The Oregon Horse Center last weekend. “If they have any jitterbugs going into competition, they can get them out here,” said facility manager Heather Engstrom. The Ice Breaker was a developmental show, meaning it was a practice competition. The show gave nearly 30 riders a stress free competition before they headed into their 2012 horse show season. For seven year-old Olivia Santee, it was her first time competing on a full size horse.
April 19, 1849 After traveling our journey on horses for 2 weeks with taking several little breaks, we’ve finally arrived. The journey was more difficult than I thought it would be. Riding in the rain had caused a lot of travelers to come down with colds, and some didn’t make it. I’m thankful that my boyfriend and I had made it without any difficulties. May 19, 1849 It’s been a month since I’ve last written, the gold fields are hard work.
I invest hundreds of hours a year into it, and every two years I get the opportunity to take a trip with my highschool marching band to somewhere special. This year Disney was chosen so that we could march in one of Disney's well known parades. Disney and Colorgaurd combined pretty much make up the trip of my dreams. I mean who wouldn't want to go to Disney World with dozens of your closest friends? I found out a few weeks ago that my family could not financially send my brother and I on this
Thunder Rides a Black Horse The book starts with Farrer returning to the apache tribe in June of 1991 to photograph a private puberty ceremonial for the parents of the girl who was being honored, a service she often provides and had done dozens in the past three decades previous to this one though she had reserves of returning because her close friend and holy man for the tribe Bernard second had passed away two and one half years earlier, someone who called her mother “mom”. However as Farrer describes, the relationships, rights, and obligations that build over the years that are honored through, and beyond death. The girls’ puberty ceremonial is vitally the most important for the Mescalero Apache people, which is a four-day, four-night event. The event takes place every year around the fourth of July when the whole tribe puts everything aside to celebrate the girls of the tribe transition into womanhood and becoming another potential future mother for the tribe. There guardians of the girl have an option to have a public or a private ceremonial which may span anywhere from one to four days long.
Baptism Parable Kara has been riding horses almost her entire life. Since the age of 9 she has been riding at Wolf Ridge Stable in Foster, Rhode Island. Riding meant the world to her and she wasn’t in it for the competition, until her trainer bribed her. The day of the horse show finally came in June and all she had to support her was her mother, Allie, and her trainer, Beth. It was Kara’s first horse show ever.
Her journey began after a wreck in August of 1996 that shoved a steering wheel into her skull and changed the course of her life forever. Almost a year later she was able to walk and talk and be normal again. At that time she decided everything she had taken for granted had been almost taken away from her, and she had to start focusing her attention and her life on the real and important things. And so she thought the way to do that was to begin a spiritual journey. The woman described above is Julia Butterfly Hill, a determined twenty-three-year-old preacher’s daughter from Arkansas who in December of 1997 climbed one-hundred and eighty feet into a thousand-year-old redwood tree named Luna in Humboldt County of California.
I would visit him 4-5 times a week and spend hours upon hours a day in his presence. His owner Vicki Peterson was entirely shocked when she learned that he did not spook when I entered his stall for she was almost unable to get within feet of him due to his traumatic and invective conditions as a young horse. The Royal Deuce was 19 ½ hands and ex-dressage and racing thoroughbred that was given to me by what turned out to be my trainer, Vicki Peterson. Owner and trainer of Sky T. Stables in Apopka, Vicki owns several horses that she keeps on her property along with other people who board there as well. The Royal Deuce was immensely neglected and abused as a young colt that was faced a plethora of difficulties and asperity in his racing and dressage days.
Smoky Mountain High As I packed the family up in the car, excitement was running through my body, and thoughts of the mountains ran through my mind. It was a long trip from Florida every year, but it was worth the trip and plenty of time for excitement to build. Seven hours to be exact, but finally after that seventh hour of driving I made it to the winding roads of the Smoky Mountains. The excitement was almost overwhelming, but I knew I still had awhile before I could set around the campfire and relax and let all the stress melt away. The vehicle swayed back and forth as the road climbs up and down through the mountains.
I knew it was going to be a hot day because at eight in the morning it was already unbearable to sit in the car. I was going to Detroit to watch my first Tigers game, and it was a day I would never forget. When I was five years old my family moved from a house in the city, to a house in the country with a big yard. The front yard is a little bigger than a football field and is perfect for kids playing sports. I also have four brothers and two
Logan Lorentz Brooke Anderson Writing 70a October 10th 2014 Assignment Eleven I’m from Hog Creek Oklahoma, which I believe is the most mystical place in the world. With only a population of 50 people, it is home to the Kiowa Apache. My brother said that the land in Hog Creek is sacred, and it has special healing powers. A warm day in July, in my old decrepit, little white nearly empty house near the creek I get up from my cot eagerly anticipating the excitement working out in the country brings me, and eager to discover something supernatural a little. Clothed, I started running up my driveway to the road.