Growing up, my parents used to take us to Rocking Horse Ranch, a nice family resort kind of place in Highland, NY. It had all sorts of activities, including, but not limited to these odd metal crafts, with some sort of dry powder that you coated the metal in, and then baked. It was run by an older woman, Miriam I think was her name, sweet lady, but we probably had a few choice names for her back then.
Aside from the memory of that, and many others, one of the prime attractions at the ranch that my brother, mom (not as much) and I, later on, my sister, were quite fond of, was horseback riding. My dad, who wasn’t so fond of riding, always joked that the only horse he would get on, was a quarter horse. No, not that kind, but rather the one you put a quarter in, in front of the grocery store. Well dad, the quarter is now 75¢, and it certainly isn’t a horse.
Her first "quarter horse"
We had tried in the past to put her on one, but she wasn’t so happy about it, and we didn’t even get the quarters in before we pulled her off. But now, between balloons and these “quarter horses”, she can’t get enough, and I still can’t get enough of her.
Her first "quarter horse", the Mickey Mouse car
Perhaps one day, when she is a bit older, we’ll take her to RHR, and see what she thinks of the horses that don’t require quarters…
