Resero

I bought a horse in July.  It is the fulfillment of a lifelong dream.  I grew up riding horses and ride every chance I get but I have never truly had a horse of my very own.  Resero will arrive at the farm with much pomp and circumstance in the first week of October — which is to say, my sister and her boyfriend are hauling him to Idaho for me and I am going to do a little dance when they pull through the gate, around the corner where the old apple trees stand and come down the final stretch of the driveway to our house.

Let me tell you a few things about Resero.  His name means cowboy.  He is sorrel with a tiny star on his forehead between his eyes and a huge white splash on his rump (it’s getting bigger as he grows up).  He is seven years old.  He is sturdy yet elegant, built somewhat like a mustang but with a refinement to him that makes him seem like a gentleman.  He likes corn on the cob, unhusked.  He is a Peruvian Paso.  My sister’s boyfriend bred, raised, trained and competed on this horse in a professional capacity — to Tanner’s credit, Resero is a great horse because Tanner is a great horseman.  When I sit on his back I feel like I might be siting on a lightning bolt.  He has fire and charisma but also a very fine quality to him that I can sense when I look into his eyes and feel when I urge him into his gait and collect him up tight so that all his fire and power seems to reside in the thickness of his arched neck where it curves up and away from my quiet hands.  He’s majestic and utterly masculine.  In short, he’s superb.

I never thought I would wind up with a Peruvian; gaited horses were generally off my radar until we bought the farm here on the Snake River of Idaho.  My neighbors have Peruvians and I’ve been able to ride those horses over the past year and I really fell in love with the breed.

I randomly texted my sister about Peruvians about six months ago and she almost immediately told me that she and Tanner had a horse she thought would be perfect for me.

I rode him while in Alberta — in the arena and on the trail (and in a river, as you can see here) and I knew he was mine.  Something I love about this horse is that he challenges my skill set.  I am a good rider.  Resero asks me to be excellent, because he, himself, is excellent.  I must rise to meet his high standards.  He’s going to make me a great horsewoman.  For that, I am already grateful.

Comments

  1. your little intro to resero kinda made me chuckle. it was like you were reading his information ad on match.com……

    o the joy you will feel when he rounds the corner into your ranch. i’m sure he will feel the excitement as well.
    adventures and lessons await you, both of you, together.
    x

  2. So happy for you!! I grew up with Tennessee Walkers. It is quite a joy to have a horse in one’s life.

  3. LOL! Match.com reference made the laugh! You are definitely smitten! Tater will be jealous. Happy trails – ride safe. Congrats!

  4. I am overjoyed for you and your Resero!! You two seem to already understand each other~~~ looking so much forward to more horse stories. Yee haw!

  5. PS Just read up on what constitutes a ‘gaited’ horse~ very interesting

  6. I am so happy for you!! Welcome Resero!!

  7. “Un caballo vale más que riquezas…” (A horse is worth more than riches…)

  8. I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures and education together!

  9. My heart bursts with joy for you! It is absolutely the best to have your own horse. I know the feeling well, just got my dream horse in March and loving every moment. I’m just so so so happy for you. Can’t wait to see and read about your adventures.

  10. Ahhh I’m SO happy for you!! I’ve been following your blog for a long time now and I know how much you’ve wanted a horse!!! I am excited to read about your adventures together in the future!

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