![]() ![]() ![]() Thankfully, our guide noticed the difficulty I was having right out of the gate (literally) and came over to assist, instructing me to be firmer with my kicks and use the reigns to steer Odin back to the trail. Writer Angela Blue sets off for her very first trail ride.ĭespite my feeble attempts of softly patting his back and verbally coaxing him-“C’mon, boy, follow your pals up ahead”-he could clearly sense that I had no idea what I was doing, and he had no intention of giddying up. The trails at Salamander take riders on a journey through wildflowers and woods. As I watch the rest of the group leisurely trot toward the trail through the woods, Odin, surprisingly keen to my inability to steer, meanders in the opposite direction and stops to graze on a patch of grass. I’m visiting Salamander Resort & Spa, a luxurious country estate in Virginia’s horse, hunt and wine country, and I’m not about to pass up the chance to roam a few of the property’s 25 equestrian acres.Īfter adjusting my helmet and giving Odin a friendly nudge, off we go. The answer isn’t quite a what but rather a where. You may wonder what, after 31 years of being slightly timid around horses, has sparked my equestrian interest. And yet, here I am, climbing on a 1,200-pound Norwegian Fjord named Odin and heading out for an afternoon ride. I haven’t been around them much, other than the ones in our neighbor’s yard that I used to sneak sugar cubes to when I was a kid, and I’ve never had the urge to hop on a saddle and trot around, let alone gallop. ![]()
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