Last fall our devoted collective of Cooler Horsemanship students spread to the winds when James and Kate left Fiore Farms for Flintrock Farm. People took their horses to new stables—fresh pastures, so to speak. We all felt sad at the loss of our community of good-hearted, horse-loving folks. James and Kate continued to teach these loyal students, commuting to their barns to give lessons.
Mystic and I followed James and Kate and their herd to Flintrock in November; Mystic’s good friend Mo came along too, as well as Joker, a horse in training. Poky had already beaten us there.
We’ve learned our way around the place, which boards more than 100 horses, and settled into a routine. Still, something has been missing: the tight-knit camaraderie of the old barn, where we all believed deeply in natural horsemanship and cheered each other on.
They say you can’t go back.
Well, maybe not, but I have learned that you can get your friends and their horses back in one place.
Sonder arrived at Flintrock in December.
Next came Buddy and Molly, then Zip, Ben, and Oberon; Rebekah moved in yesterday. With them came Ben, Angela & Amanda, Jane, Margaret & Emma & Jeanette, and Jeanne.
Jane brought a new set of bright orange cones with her, and I bought a small, portable pedestal. We’re keeping these and other toys in an empty stall, which Margaret jokes will eventually be lined with an oriental carpet.
It’s great to have the gang back.