Thanks guys for all the kind words! 
The pink tack! :lol: The bridle is from the local farm supply store, and the pad is a Hilason from Ebay. And I have plenty more where that came from! 
We had such a GREAT time today! A group of us went out for a New Years Ride through about 2 feet of snow that’s been falling over the last few weeks. Some of the drifts were belly deep! :eek: Okay, ALL of the drifts were belly deep! We rode for 3 hours. It was 20 degrees with 20 mph wind. Yikes. But the sun was out in full, and the snow in the forests was absolutely breathtaking. We saw lots of wildlife.
I can’t think of a better way to enjoy winter.
My girl was having a ball bounding through the belly deep drifts. She tried to lay down a time or two, and if we stopped for just a second, she was pawing and burrowing her nose under like crazy. :lol: I swear that horse is half dog.
We encountered snowmobilers, flocks of quail, and a frozen marsh area. We cross that marsh in the summer and it’s just swampy ground and mud - no free running water. But it made a horrible shattering sound when we went over. Sweets put her nose down, sniffed, and proceeded with caution. She knew the area, and she knew it was safe too. What a good pony. The noise startled me and made me jump. The horse was less scared of it than I was. :lol: We lost the trail for a little while and had to squeeze between tight pine trees.
But I suppose we were putting our horses in grave impending danger. Ahh well, everyone lived, and rides like these draw off the years of ground work established. I raised her from a squirt so I suppose its only a matter of time before she snaps and kills somebody. Cause you know, I’m totally incompetent, and all that, and have raised a raving lunatic who can’t be trusted. :lol:
I think it’s far more dangerous to cross the big bridge that goes over the highway, with semis passing underneath. Or the swinging bridge that crosses the river below the dam. But not surprisingly, she trots straight across and doesn’t even give a glance down. I really believe good trail horses are sewn from a different fabric. Breeding, training, and just plain miles are really your friend. Ohhh I yearn for the day when we can cross No Hands Bridge 