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A Rare Saturday Post: My Bike!   7 comments

A pause at a sunny meadow while on a short tour in the Oregon Cascade Range.

Pausing at a sunny meadow while on a short tour in the Oregon Cascade Range.

Thought I’d post a few pictures on a Saturday for once!  This is my motorcycle, which I’ve had since late 2008.  It’s the first and only bike I’ve owned, so I’m pretty darn proud of it.  It gets me around town in a hurry and since it gets great mileage (it’s a single cylinder), it’s pretty cheap to run.  I haven’t had it off-road much, but with the right tires it could easily live up to its dual-sport designation.  I’ve taken a few road trips on it, but not enough really.  I’m thinking of one right now!

One of the best places for riding in Oregon is the northern Coast Range.

One of the best places for riding in Oregon is the northern Coast Range.

When necessary I can even take my best friend along, reason #9 why small dogs are better.

When necessary I can even take my best friend along, reason #9 why small dogs are better.  He only looks sad because he knows this is no position from which to get treats!

The sun is out and so is Mount Hood on a ride through the Clackamas River Valley near Portland.

The sun is out and so is Mount Hood on a ride through the Clackamas River Valley near Portland.

 

 

 

Posted July 6, 2013 by MJF Images in Photography

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Khallie is Growing Up   2 comments

Khallie tosses her head around.

Khallie tosses her head around.

When a daughter gets up to that age where she is going out with boys, and showing all the other signs of becoming a woman, a father will often have trouble accepting the inevitable.  Now I’m not trying to say this is the same thing, but darn it if I don’t feel a twinge of sadness as my “girl” Khallie grows up.  I returned from a long trip away to find my arabian filly taller and definitely filled out.  She had been receiving some training under saddle, and was ready for her first ride with daddy.

Khallie is all grown up, with a big-girl saddle.

Khallie is all grown up, with a big-girl saddle.

I rigged up a bridle with the lead rope and a rope halter and used the saddle belonging to her mom, Gold Dancer (GD).  Khallie’s head is still smaller than her mom’s so she couldn’t use her bridle.  And the cinch had just enough eyelets in it to make it snug around her considerably more svelte barrel.   I hopped on and tooled around the arena for awhile.  I had not planned to take her outside on this first ride.

Gold Dancer comes over to check us out, and has obviously been rolling around in the muddy pasture.

Gold Dancer comes over to check us out, and has obviously been rolling around in the muddy pasture.

But the sun was sinking, the light was softening into a winter glow, and I wanted to get some pictures.  So we took a walk, me leading not riding Khallie.  Her mom came over to the fence to check us out.  It was strange, for me and possibly also for GD to see Khallie, all tacked up, leaving with me while mom stayed behind.  So many times Khallie has watched sadly from the pasture as GD and I took off on a ride.

Khallie turns at a sound only she can hear.

Khallie turns at a sound only she can hear.

We walked into the woods, at the beginning of the riding trails.  I thought what the heck, and hopped on her.  We walked a mile or so, down to the creek, then back.  A very short ride, but very big for Khallie.  Her first ride with me, and we go into the woods!  She knows how I am, how quickly I become bored with the arena.  And I think all those woodsy walks without a saddle helped make her feel comfortable.  She kept turning her head around and bumping her nose against my leg, I think to make sure I was still with her.  She’s so used to me walking beside her, not riding on her back.

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I was pleasantly surprised at her demeanor.  I think she will make a fine saddle horse.  She sometimes behaves more like a little show horse, like a little prima dona.  But if she’s going to hang around me, she’ll need to keep that “tom boy” attitude handy too.  Sadly, I might soon need to sell Khallie.  Like a father giving his young daughter away at a wedding, that day, if it comes, will definitely be a sad one for me.

A purple dusk descends as Khallie keeps watch for danger.

A purple dusk descends as Khallie keeps watch for danger.

 

 

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