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Trail Training Videos by Ryan Rose

I am a big fan of Ryan Rose and have subscribed to his Patreon channel for almost as long as it has been available. I love the way he explains things. 

He has made some trail training videos, which I’m sharing here today and are free to watch on YouTube. A lot of what we already do, but some new stuff, too. And some very good points that I appreciate him making. 

For example, those first training rides should be with people who understand to stop and wait for you when you need to school your horse. 

I had one ride last summer where my friend got bored and asked if she could ride off while I schooled the hill that we had all the trouble on. I was like NO, please. I have enough to deal with without adding herd bound, too. A horse who’s already emotional doesn’t need to see his trail buddy ride off. 

Another thing he brings up is that it’s okay to dismount if the issue gets too big for you to handle in the circumstances. (Something I have done and written about on this blog.) You can always get to safety, then get back on. I don’t think it should be your standard practice, and whatever the issue is, it needs to be addressed, afterward, by you or a trainer or both. 

Tweed’s misbehaviors were in places that I couldn’t safely put him in a circle, steep hills, and they required more than I was willing to risk with my abilities. I did try to do it by myself for a long time, but had to cry uncle. 

When I could bushwhack down a hill it was always much better, for him, than riding the trail straight down. (Katie has discovered the same thing.) It puts his mind to work. Unfortunately, bushwhacking is not always possible. It’s maybe 50/50 in the terrain where we ride. Where he can’t bushwhack, Katie is backing him back up the hill (I did that, too) when he rushes it, or repeating the hill until he starts paying attention to his feet. (He can get upset about repeating hills, and that’s where I felt it was better to have Katie school it. She agrees that rushing hills is unsafe to ride, and that it needs to be addressed and she had quite the long lesson doing just that last week, plus putting him to work when he got back to the trailhead and buddy.)

The last video I’ve shared of Ryan’s is specifically about buddy sour training. I’ve done a lot of it with Tumbleweed and we will continue to do a lot more. He is so much better than he was two years ago and continues to improve. One day, he will be a brave, independent lead horse. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

There’s also a video on riding out alone, something I do a lot of since it’s so hard to find someone with a solid horse that has the time, same crazy schedule, and patience to let us school. 

I’m sharing them all here for personal reference and for others who are trail training a horse and need extra tips.

I hope he puts out more. 

 

Happy Trails!

Tweed’s Rainy Wonderful Ride

Katie and Tumbleweed riding off

Yesterday was a Katie Day, as I babysat my grandson and dealt with a painful cracked tooth. The tooth had been bothering me for a few months, but they couldn’t pinpoint the issue at my last appointment. It finally made itself fully known, and hopefully will be resolved at my emergency appointment this morning. 

It was raining off and on, but Katie wanted to ride anyway. Needless to say, we had the entire park to ourselves. 

I took photos of wildflowers as I waited for them to get back. 

Arrowleaf Balsamroot

Biscuitroot 

Serviceberry

When they got back to the truck, it had stopped raining and we stood and talked for a few minutes. 

Tweed, looking tired

She had ridden him down to the river and taken him in, then rode back up a set of hills we had an issue with last year, (he wanted to go up them faster, since they’re steep), but was easily checked. All and all, she said it was his best ride yet. He was fully there for her. 

We didn’t have a mare that day, which probably helped. And I’d given him his first, very small, dose of chasteberry that morning, but that shouldn’t have made a difference so quickly. Katie said he definitely wasn’t “dull.” He still looked at scary things, like some graffiti on a building by the river, and a man and dog who popped out of nowhere. He didn’t love the rainy deluge either. She said he looked back at her like, really, we’re going to do this? But trudged on with good energy. 

If I’m going to ride between now and our next Katie Day, I will have to Cowgirl up like she did and brave the rain.  

But first, I have some tooth business to attend to. 

Happy trails!

59 and Grateful

Yesterday was my birthday, and what will be the last year of my 50’s. It started out appropriately for such an occasion, I was still sick with the grandson’s cold, thus a little tired and loopy. It was the perfect excuse to do nothing. 

Nothing can, actually, be quite nice. No expectations. No rushing around. Just a blank slate of a day “to be.”

My kids and grandkids came mid-afternoon bearing more flowers. 

And my favorite Bundt cake. 

We had a laid back dinner, opened presents, and then sat and visited for a few hours. 

When I went to bed last night, it was easy to be thankful. As I’ve said before, I think gratitude is a super power. It is certainly good medicine, because today I feel almost fully back to normal.

One of my gifts was a favorite wine called, “God Only Knows” by Cayuse. I told them I’d save it and open it next year on my 60th.

“God only knows” what will happen by then, a lot can happen in a year, but I will try to remember to cling to thankfulness no matter what unfolds.

From the documentary, Path of the Horse

Small, small things:

One leaf touched by the sun,
One small smell.
When we are dying,
I promise you,
The memories you will have
In your last seconds
Are about these small things
Touching our skin:
One leaf,
One moment with your child.
Not the big things.
We will remember the small things.

These small things are added
To a fulfilled life,
Or not.

Not the big things.

Klaus Hempfling

Working Through Buddy Sour and Other Stuff

 

Yesterday was Katie’s day to ride, and it was absolutely beautiful weather. You can see by the sweat, it was an eventful one. I had held off taking Leah down at the same time so that we didn’t have to work on herd bound stuff, but we’re introducing Epona to Katie next week, and she is even more bonded to Tumbleweed, so getting him ready by using Leah as “bait” was good exposure ahead of that. 

After reading the blog post Shirley recommended from A Horse Crazy American in Germany I decided to order some chasteberry and try Tweed on it. I’ve joked that the mares who broke free of their owners, or tried to break free, and get to Tumbleweed did so because he was handsome, but now I’m starting to think they actually smell something on him, like testosterone. It’s not normal to see otherwise trained mares running to you across parks and trails, lead ropes dragging behind. Tumbleweed looked innocent in it all, just doing his job when (surprise) here comes a mare. But last week he also wanted to get to the new mare, then whinnied for her when they passed. Usually that behavior is reserved for his own mares. If the chasteberry diminishes his need to be the head stallion, collecting a harem of mares, just a little bit, that would be a welcome change. And it can’t hurt to try. (I’ll follow up on this after he gets started and is on it for a few weeks.)

Back to yesterday, I got to the park early and did some groundwork with Tweed, enforcing my circle and his speed. Indeed, there was resistance there, but it was easily corrected and he was able to hold his lope on the circle with minimal encouragement (and work) from me.

When Katie arrived, I talked to her about it and she did the same, which made her job in-saddle much easier. (“Lazy Tweed” was just a way of him “doing what we wanted—kinda”.)

How, or why, did he get so sweaty? 

Well, that was a consequence of him wanting to speed up on the trail, and down hills, that he thought led him back to Leah. He did the things I experienced last year, but Katie addressed them by backing back up the hills he sped down or going up and back down again. 

When she got to the trailer, she put him to work at the obstacle course, where he wasn’t paying enough attention, so back to the arena, where he offered her some small bucks of disapproval. She rode it all calmly until he relaxed into what she asked, but he added on an extra 30 minutes of work for himself. 

Today I have a little head cold that I caught from my grandson, but it’s another beautiful day and I am free to ride Tumbleweed. I plan to ride solo and take him to the river, depending on how busy the park is and what frame of mind he is in when we get there. Friday’s at the park can be a bit much on the shared use river trail, bikers, hikers, dogs, and other horses. 

Rant: For some reason, everyone with dogs down there ignores the strict ON LEASH rule. They are hardly ever ON LEASH. I feel like it’s futile to scold or report them because too many refuse to do it. They seem to think the equestrian area is also a dog park and everyone thinks their dogs are “very well trained,” so won’t chase a horse. So far, that has proven to be true, but it’s a matter of time before one isn’t. 

All I can do is prepare Tweed, because it’s useless to expect dog owners to respect the rules. End rant. 

Happy trails, everyone!

Laziness As Resistance

I follow a lot of horse trainers and horse people on social media and sometimes their posts appear at the exact right moment. Some of them, like this one by Tim Anderson, are timely reminders of what I already know, but talk myself out of by saying, Maybe I’m being too picky. I get around other people who let things slide and roll their eyes when I nit pick, and I start to doubt myself. 

His post was very long and detailed, but here is how it starts out, and I recommend reading all of it here. 

The video above, which he linked in the comments, is an excellent example of how to bring our energy up without being aggressive. Those two things can easily get entangled, and I see it all the time, both in myself and others. I have learned to spot it in myself by the set of my jaw. I get that pissed off look like I’m ready to go to war. The good news is that I’m recognizing it faster in myself and then stepping back from aggression to increased energy. (From the link: Tim Anderson)

Increased energy is fair, not punitive. They do something dangerous, like coming too close into our space, we get them out by appropriate energy or force. It’s natural justice and they want those boundaries. It’s also in the moment and instinctual for them to challenge us like that. It’s not “bad” or “good” it’s just against the rules we have set for our relationship. 

I addressed a lot of that boundary challenging with Tumbleweed in January when we started back up. He didn’t want to be away from his herd and he didn’t want to do what I asked. It was a battle over who was going to lead, him or me. 

There’s not much of it left anymore. 

Or, is there?

If you read the full post I linked, there is another manifestation of it, and it’s going too slow. That is why the post was timely. (More from the Tim Anderson link).

Before I ride Tumbleweed on the trail, we warm up on the lunge line and then in saddle in the arena. Last night, he was going really slow, what appeared to be “lazy.” He did the same thing with Katie the other day and she had to ride him hard to keep him going. I did the same thing, worked harder myself. 

Often times, we’re glad to see “lazy,” as if it means we’re going to have a chill horse out on the trail. But it’s really another form of saying “no.” 

Don’t get me wrong, we had a nice ride, and he led out and tried his heart out, but he was definitely more looky and a little more testing of the boundary to check his speed and come back into vertical flexion when things got scary. Just a little bit, but I noticed, and I’m proud to be picky.

Today I’m going to address that laziness on the ground and not just go along to get along. I want to see what he’s hiding under that seeming laziness.

Last night’s ride was pretty close to perfect, but I can see we are still after that last 5-10% where they melt into the partnership. Some of it is just being green and needing exposure, and I get that, but part of it is also his resistance to giving up that last 5-10%.

And he’s too good of a horse not to go for it all.

On another note, he has fully won me over. Yesterday, I was talking about Cowboy but kept referring to him as Tumbleweed. 

It used to be the opposite issue. 

Tumbleweed has captured my heart and mind and pushed everything else out. Basically, he has captured my obsession. 

And that is something else that’s needed to get past the 5-10%. 

Everything is in Bloom, Even Tumbleweed

 

I can’t believe it’s April already. We went away for a wine weekend and when we came back, a mere two days later, the flowers had popped open.

It is also spring break for our grandson, who I will now refer to as Pilot, since he is an avid collector of airplanes and has memorized most of the US airports, their call names, and all the types of airplanes who take off and land at them. 

Grandpa and Pilot spend many hours tracking planes, then running outside to see them pass overhead. Grandpa even bought a laminated map for Pilot to see where the airports are located. 

When Pilot isn’t tracking planes, he is tracking grandma out at the barn in his dump truck mama got him for Christmas. 

Since it is spring break for Pilot, grandma cannot schedule any rides for herself. That is where the Katie Plan comes in handy. 

We met yesterday and we will meet again on Thursday for her to ride Tweed. I will go to the park with my husband in the evening, tonight and tomorrow, to do my part.  Having someone ride your horse is great, but there is no substitute for building the relationship yourself. 

The fact is, there are upsides and downsides to every plan, but one of my goals for Tumbleweed has always been that anyone can ride him. I’m not getting any younger, and if anything catastrophic happens to me, I want him to be able to make his own way through this life. Being able to be ridden by multiple people is a good start. 

The downside, as I mentioned, is that there is what feels like a watering down of the direct relationship between he and me, especially on weeks Katie rides him more. It may or may not be a real thing, but there is a part of me that wants to do it all and has a hard time watching from afar. 

Then I see her do something like she did yesterday, where she ended their ride going Man From Snowy River style down a steep hill to the trailer, and I’m like, Nope, glad it’s her and not me. 

It is amazing seeing what he’s capable of doing with her. 

One funny moment from yesterday, though, was when I heard a high pitched whinny break out across the valley. I was like, please don’t let that be Tweed. But there were only two horses out riding so a 50/50 chance it was, indeed, him. 

It was. 

I asked Katie about it and she said it occurred when they rode past the business area for guided trail rides. A mare there locked onto Tweed through the fence and he wanted to go see her. Katie had him go past with no real trouble, but when they took the trail away from her he grabbed the bit and threw a hissy fit. Katie shut that down quickly and easily with a mere smack on the butt with her rein end, but as they left the mare he continued to call out for her, and that’s what I heard. 

Oh, Tumbleweed. You really are a gelding, right? I mean, I saw them do the deed with my own eyes, so…yeah, you are. 

Spring is just a beautiful, crazy time. Green grass. Mares in heat. And a young, fresh, good looking stud gelding out in the big world. 

Getting In Those First Trail Miles

The last few days have been more trail rides. One by Katie, one solo ride with just me and Tweed, and a date night with my husband yesterday. 

On Katie’s ride she used him to chase deer, getting him right into the fray with them bounding all around him. This is something that happens naturally on trail rides all the time, when we come across a little group of deer and they go running off. 

Years ago it happened to me while I was riding Cowboy along a steep drop off. To the right of us was the drop off and to the left of us were deer hunkered down in trees on a hot day. They popped up when we reached their hiding place, and could have caused him to shy off the cliff, but instead he just jumped in place, then continued on. 

I asked her what she would do if she ran into a moose, because we see those a lot around here. She said if it isn’t huge or a mom with babies, she’d chase it, too. She wants her horses to have the highest level of confidence no matter what they encounter. 

On my solo day, Tweed was awesome. I think I told you all that Katie speaks to him before asking, both on the ground and in saddle. I tried it on the ground first, walk, trot, lope. Tweed obeyed all three exactly as they were uttered. He did them immediately, no clucking or kissing needed. 

When I tried them in saddle it was 50/50. He needed more cues from my body, but his transitions were effortless. 

On our trail ride, I concentrated on gait changes out in the open, walk and trot. I will eventually add lope. Katie has already added it. The goal is to teach him that just because we’re going faster it doesn’t mean we’re being chased. He’s doing very well with it so far, and he rides out alone better than he does with a buddy. 

We also went through more large standing water puddles and down some of the most technically difficult hills. 

During one of our puddle practices, three walkers emerged out of nowhere. Tweed wanted to look at them, but continued his job. They enjoyed the show very much and commented on how beautiful he is. Whenever I encounter people, I always engage them in conversation so that Tweed sees they aren’t a threat. 

Last night’s date night was more of the same, but with Leah in tow behind us.

It was dusk, and the “hills were alive” with the sounds (and smells) of wildlife. Tweed was more alert than usual, but I worked to keep his headset in a relaxed position, nothing to be scared about Tweed, through vertical flexion, released to a loose rein when he found it. (In the photo above, he’s in alert position.)

As you can see in the video, my husband has ceased asking Leah to cross puddles. He has decided he doesn’t care and doesn’t want her to get amped up about anything. Leah likes this new arrangement.

There was one issue when we turned toward home and had to ascend a very tall, steep hill. At the bottom, Tweed did a head toss and kick out. I turned him in a circle and he proceeded up at a walk. I assumed it was his protest at having to walk, not run, but my husband informed me, over wine later, that he’d allowed Leah to get up on his butt when it happened, so I’m not sure now what it was about. I’ll file it away.

So far, Tweed has only ridden trails at the equestrian park, but I have a new one for him that takes us along a lake and to a waterfall. It’s a 30 minute haul, but well worth it. I hope we can do it in the next week.

Fingers crossed!

 

First Trail Ride 2026

 

Last year I started Tumbleweed back to work on March 26, 2025. This year we are way ahead of that schedule thanks to the early start we got. And, there is no doubt that Katie’s work is moving us along faster. 

We started off in the arena, which was good for work on separation anxiety from Leah, and a surprising amount of deer who were fleeing from a very loud work crew clearing trees. (We only found that out because we encountered their trucks and chainsaws out on the trail.)

The deer in the video above walked through the obstacle course, which was our next stop, but it gave us the opportunity to let the horses chase them out. 

Katie shared a video from her ride yesterday where they met a coyote and she let Tweed chase it through the woods. It was very cool, and inspired me to do more of the same today, both with the deer and then a man with his dog. We didn’t chase the man and the dog, but I did turn and let Tweed follow them, thinking he was pushing them away. 

On the trail, Tweed went through every puddle, and there were lots of them. 

Leah was about 50/50 on the puddles, but she is starting to remember her trail manners. It was day 6 of her Equioxx and you can tell a drastic difference. 

There was one point, going up a hill, that she got right onto Tweed’s butt and he was able to flip a decent kick at her. After that, she kept a more respectful distance. We were turned towards “home” at that moment and she wanted to run up the hill, so I think she was trying to pressure him to break out of his walk. He put her in her place and did the job I was asking him to do. 

We saw lots of deer around the trails, but it was excellent practice for Tumbleweed since the trails we ride are usually full of them and wild turkeys—an occasional moose. 

The thing that scared him the most were the chainsaws we came across in the valley. The noise was very loud. You could see the red truck and work crews clearing trees not far off the trail. He did great despite that. 

It was just like Katie told me yesterday, he still wanted to rush up and down some hills, but he could be checked, then walk properly. He still prefers to go around a puddle, but if you point him at one, he goes through. That’s all I want and all I require. 

In a nutshell, it feels like a have a horse under me, if you know what I mean by that. The foundation is there. Now I just need to continue to build his exposure and confidence and help him to really enjoy the trails. 

We are kind of there already because when we returned to the trailer we went past it and back out again and Tweed seemed happy. Leah was not, and that’s why we did it. We don’t want them to think getting back to the trailer is “the end.” I was surprised that Tweed was so willing. 

The first trail ride is on the books, and it was a wonderful one. 

The Trail Plan

 

No matter how you choose to train your horse, the most important thing is consistency. The last three years have been lacking in that for me as I help to raise our grandson. 

In stepped Katie, and our plan for her to ride T on days that I can’t. 

Today was our first day testing the plan. I hauled both horse and grandson to the park to meet Katie. 

She rode Tweed in the arena, obstacle course, and then the trail. 

While she was gone, Cam and I went for a hike to find Cowgirl’s hair and place wildflowers in it. 

After about 1.5 hours, we met back up. 

Katie and Tweed ran into a little issue at the obstacle bridge. Rain the previous night created a puddle on the dismount side, and Tweed wanted nothing to do with it, thus, the extra half hour of training. 

That kind of resistance is worth addressing because the work it takes to get past it sets him / them up for success on the trail. She said he went through every puddle on the trail and did great on the downhills. He thought about going around puddles or rushing down hills, but a simple check fixed it. 

She said he even saw a coyote that was about 15-20’ from them in the grass, and didn’t care, except to look. 

It was a success and will be our new plan: on days I babysit, she will ride. On days I don’t babysit, I will ride. And, when we get Tweed going well, she’ll haul her horse down to ride with us and get us going good as a team. 

Year of the, Weekend of the, Road to the, Horse

My Weekend of the Horse, in the Year of the Horse, consisted of watching Road to the Horse, a vet appointment, and two days at the park with the loves of my life, Tweed, Leah, and my husband. 

Hard to explain how happy it makes me to see my husband with Leah. Our vet assessed her arthritis to be in her hocks, stifle, and hips. He agreed that movement is good for her, and suggested daily Equioxx, Cosequin ASU, and possibly the subcutaneous injection of Renovo. (We’re researching it now, but it looks promising for exactly her issues.)

My husband has knee surgery in May, but he should be able to get Leah back to light work all through April. I can then ride along with Katie on her, too, when Katie rides Tweed. 

An interesting thing happened last night on our ride, Tweed attracted another mare. It is the third time this has happened. The first one reared up on her owner and snatched the rope away, then ran across the park as fast as she could to Tumbleweed. The second was a mare on a trail ride who refused to leave Tumbleweed as they were passing going the opposite direction. The one last night was a little Arab who broke free of her owner and came running to him. I dismounted, grabbed her rope, and waited for her very apologetic owner. 

For the record, Tumbleweed never does anything to encourage it, nor does he look surprised when they lock onto him. 

It is wildflower season again. 

I enjoyed watching Road to the Horse, which I got into because Ryan Rose (one of my favorite horsemen) was a contestant. 

The two lady contestants were new to me, wildcard champion, Tiffany McLaury, and eventer, Elisa Wallace. I noticed they talked to, and touched, their horses more often, and their horses responded well to it.  Tiffany was more traditional western and Elisa was English / bareback / freestyle / jumper / at liberty/ emotional connection, which defies category. Both did awesome. 

Elisa’s methods were unusual and surprising, but when it came down to it, exactly what I have been writing about the last few months put into practice. She brings a joyful spirit of fun to her work and she strives for real, emotional connection. She was like a heat seeking missile toward connection, and she went from dead last to World Reserve Champion (2nd place) because when it came to the obstacles (the true test), her horse trusted her to do every single one of them and still had 8 minutes leftover. 

On her rail work she got spun or bucked off due to the premature clapping of the audience, but she got right back up and finished stronger than anyone imagined possible. She never stopped believing in her horse or what they’d formed together. 

She was very emotional after it all, and ended up buying her horse, Wendy/Windy, and taking her home with her. It will be fun to follow their journey. I wish every contestant also took the horse home so we could see what it looks like to build that relationship in a normal setting. 

You can still watch Road to the Horse, at the links I shared in the previous post, and see Elisa’s methods from Day one (start) to Day three (competition). 

All four competitors had very different methods, and I’m sure, given more time and less stress, they’d get the same good results. But when it came down to it, I really felt that connection and trust trumped everything else. The extent to which they got that, early on, determined everything else. Nick Dowers got it, too, and he ended up winning it for the 3rd time. He used his saddle horse to help get her trust early on. That was a bit messy the first day, but paid off on day 2 and 3. The first time he loped his mare, Precious Teapot, was in the competition.  He was more interested in getting the “feel” right between them.

The takeaways. Go out and have fun with your horses. Play with them. Get to know them. It should always be about working with, and rewarding, their natural curious spirits. Honor them for the gift they are and their supernatural ability to bond with their humans. Above all else, embrace that childlike joy. 

Permission to be silly!

Road to the Horse Live Feed

 Friday’s Link

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You can watch Road to the Horse LIVE on YouTube. It’s fun to see them start a horse from scratch. Ryan Rose is one of my favorites, but they’re all good. 

They make it look so easy!

Road to the Horse 2026 Wild Card Competitors include Sadie Fischer (USA), Tiffany McLaury (USA), Jason Irwin (CAN), and Rob Leach (AUST). Championship Competitors are Elisa Wallace (USA), Nick Dowers (USA), and Ryan Rose (USA),

Saturday’s Link: you can watch the clinics and the competition. 

Saturday Schedule. It appears to be EST. 

You can rewind the live feed to watch the clinics the competitors offer beforehand. 

Oh, To Be a Child Again

I attended a western horse auction yesterday, and was amazed by not only the quality of horses, but the horsemanship of the Junior Wranglers riding them in the show pen. These were young kids, little ones, having the time of their lives. No fear. No baggage. Just pure love of riding those horses.

It hit me hard, and it brought back memories of my own youth. The desperation to be with them. The freedom. The pure, ecstatic, grateful, carefree joy of horses. 

For many years now I have looked back with almost embarrassment of those years. How little I knew. How dangerous I was. How maybe even I shouldn’t have been allowed to have horses. 

I was dead wrong. 

The concentrated enthusiasm I brought back then was, in fact, far superior to the knowledge I have now. 

So, today I ran out to the barn like a child in love with horses. 

Tumbleweed and I jogged and plodded together through puddles where the snow had melted on the road to the barn. We splashed together like babies, me in my Bogs, and him with his hooves and nose.

And then I bridled up, jumped on, and fulfilled my “goal” this year of riding T bareback in snow. 

He was wonderful, and made my heart sing.

My new goal is only to be a child again when I’m with my horses. Leave the adult baggage in the trash heap, where it belongs, look less at my fears and more towards my dreams, be a little stupid and silly, and allow myself to feel the joy and presence of my horses as fully as possible.