I spent the first 25 years of my life wanting to ride a horse. I wouldn't say I was obsessed, but it was among the top three of the list entitled "Things Becca Really Wants To Do." The Yelp deal for Five Brooks appeared around the time my boyfriend and I were contemplating a long weekend in Point Reyes, and a plot was hatched.
While the man passing out the liability forms and arranging our rides seemed like a really nice guy, I do wish that we had gotten more instruction. All of us (including my boyfriend, myself, and the three giggly teen girls who were to go on the ride with us) were beginners, and my boyfriend and I had certainly never been on horses before. We were told the names of the horses we would be riding, the horses were led up to us, and one by one we were helped onto the backs of the horses. However, we were really only given the most basic of crash courses in horse-handling. Pull the reins left to go left, right to go right, pull back to slow down, give a little kick to speed up. Nod, nod, nod, I fervently nodded.
The trail itself was pretty, but unremarkable. I was hoping we would perhaps end up at the top of a ridge to stop for a moment and take in the view, but we rode until we needed to go back, and then we turned around. Our guide was very quiet, which was fine, but he didn't "guide" as much as he taciturnly led the caravan. And what a dysfunctional caravan we were! The giggly girls giggled in front of my boyfriend and I, and couldn't prevent their horses from lagging behind and chomping on the grass every couple of minutes, so the whole affair was very stop-and-go. The guide is definitely not responsible for these girls' ineptitude, but I do wish that after the tenth time it happened he might have said something other than "Pull!" Or, perhaps, he could have come back in the line and shown them how to pull so as to elicit the best response from their animals. I know that would have taken time, but it seems like the time lost would be made up in the way of not having to stop every couple of minutes.
I most certainly do not want to give anyone the impression that I know best, and there are many factors that I'm sure I'm not taking into account. But I left the stable wanting more. Some of that was in a good way - I loved the act of riding and am now committed to taking some lessons. I'm grateful to Five Brooks for showing me that I loved horseback riding every bit as much as I thought I would. However, I wanted more instruction, more time with my animal. What was he like? What did the parts of him look like that weren't the back of his neck? What was the best way to stay on him without feeling like I was going to die every time he broke into a trot? If I'm in error and these things really would take a significant amount of time, money, and effort, I do apologize. But all the same I think that by their omission, Five Brooks is missing a great opportunity. read more