Despite being out of it for 10 years now, there’s a part of me that still kind of misses the show arena.
Stepping onto the WestWorld show grounds today, there was an immediate sense of familiarity.
I went up to the annual Scottsdale Arabian Horse Show today to spend the day. I perused the vendor tents (found that orange rope I was looking for…and finally replaced my 10-year-old Terrains), spent some time in the barn of Al-Marah Arabians, and watched the classes that hold my interest: reining and dressage. And the advent of the Arabian Sporthorse division really intrigues me.
There’s a small part of my brain that starts whispering in my ear as I’m watching, “Imagine what you could do now…knowing what you know now.”
Insidious little devil.
Especially since showing at Scottsdale has been a dream of mine for a very long time. I’ve been attending that show — not every year, but a good many of them — since I got into horses, roughly 20 years ago. And I’ve decided that when I do have my own Arabian, I will show at Scottsdale. No commitment as to in what or when…but I will do it.