Penn-Ohio, coming home
Well, yesterday I made the first leg of my trip to Penn-Ohio. I won’t be going as an exhibitor, just a spectator. But this is a special show for me.
Growing up the only opportunities I had to show would be when my cousins would let me play with one of their ASBs (turning their saddle seat horses into western mounts, I’m sure they appreciated it) and then tag along to the local, Warren County, PA fair.
The horse I had of my own from the time I was about 13-16 was a 3/4 Morgan and forever changed the trajectory of my horse ownership experience. He was an “it” horse for me, although I’m not sure I appreciated that at the time (some cold winter day you might hear more about him). Unfortunately one night when I was a Junior (I think) in High School, he played the escape artist and ran down the high to the high way and get hit by a car and killed. Thus ended my horse ownership experience until after college, but I was hooked on Morgans.
The summer after my senior year my mom, who is NOT a horse person and is in fact allergic, took me to the Penn-Ohio show as one of my “last hurrah’s” before college. It was another defining moment for me. I was so thrilled to be there. I’m not sure how many classes I actually watched. I was more interested in walking through the stalls and seeing them up close and personal. From that time on there would be no other breed for me, Morgans were it.
Well, this weekend I get to go back, and I can’t wait.