I grew up riding, owned a sweet big pony Prancing Star, formerly named Eeyore, that we renamed/rescued. But for many years I’ve only ridden occasionally—a huge part of my young life mostly gone and forgotten. Thank you Kelsey for getting me and Leo up to Estes, yesterday!

I pet and scratched Nacho while we rode for two hours through RMNP, and allowed him to guide us 99.9% and stayed out of the way. That said, I’m sorry for weighing 200 pounds, Nacho! Hope you got a sweet rest.

Horses can live to 35 years or more, given kindness and a real home that isn’t just about exploitation. As a vegan, this adventure brings some feelings mixed with the joy and connection of riding a sweet horse. The horses seem well treated, but work hard on sometimes tough terrain with inexperienced riders, but the staff was kind and gentle and knowledgeable.

PS: Also, when I was a child, riding a horse was cheap. We bought our horse for $100 including a truck full of hay and all tack. Accessible. Now it seems to be pricey, out of reach for most families.

Original article follows ~

Is horse-riding Vegan? I’m one of the few to answer “maybe.”

My answer to this question was “other.”

Click here to see the poll and other comments, which are almost 100% “hell no.”

I grew up riding and owning a horse (before I was vegan). It gave me a window into that world. This is not a black and white issue, like many, so I voted “other.” Here’s my comment, all of which is probably obvious.

The horse I bought, for $100, I was 10, was severely depressed, neglected, abused. Named Eeyore, appropriately. I renamed her Prancing Star, because when she was happy she pranced, and she had a star on her forehead. We rode her often, which she loved, and she cheered up under loving care, and lived a long life.

But many of the cowboys I rode with “broke” horses. Many were abusive, or rough, or old school at best. Many, too, were kind, gentle, patient, grounded.

So, the answer’s yes, and no. Depends. Some horses work under immense strain, without sufficient water, in heat and cold (carriage rides, say, pulling oblivious instagramming tourists up a steep hill, as I saw last summer in Lunenberg). Some touristed horses carry way-too-heavy riders, and developed bowed backs (awful).

Some are loved and cared for and given freedom and socialization and good food. Some work in therapeutic capacities with children or adults who need that powerful relationship, beyond words.

Then, there’s the issue of wild horses, rounding them up via helicopter, shipping them (painful, tough travels) to slaughter for our glue or meat.

That’s all I got. Open to learning from others in the comments.

Personally, I don’t ride anymore, as it feels…not okay. There’s no need I have that is important enough to merit the exploitation of a horse for my pleasure.

Relephant: Horse racing isn’t.