Horse-related summer jobs funded what I wanted to do more than anything: ride more horses. I’ve worked as a helper at a horse day camp, a counselor at a sleep-away horse camp and as a camp wrangler. I loved every single second of my horsey summer jobs, and I will never forget the memories.
- Waking up at 4:30 a.m. to push the horses back in to the paddock. So early, but so worth it.
- Watching the sunrise since I was up at 4:30 a.m.
- Living above the barn. Dream come true.
- Helping a little camper sit in the saddle for the first time, take hold of the reins, take a deep breath and smile.
- Reminding campers to not run around the horses – contain the excitement! Safety first when in the barn yard.
- Consoling a crying (but thankfully not injured) camper because the horse tossed her off
- Consoling a crying (but still not injured) camper because her horse looked at her funny
- Cheering students on while they played games on horseback.
- Singing songs like “Wheels on the Bus” while leading campers on a trail ride
- Listening to the campers talk about what the horses “think” of their riders. (And giggling because I do the exact same thing, even though I’m an “adult”)
- Sporting an absolutely fantastic tan … on my arms only.
- Recognizing other horsey counselors at counselor training day because they too had very tan arms … and very not tan legs.
- Receiving a James Avery stirrup charm from one of my campers as a gift. I still wear it – it means so much to me.
- Watching campers proudly teach each other new things – like how to properly tie a quick-release knot
- Pushing horses back out into pasture for the night. Pure elegance and beauty.
- Knowing I’d never have another summer like the one I was having – every summer, every camper, every horse and every memory was special.
What about you? What summer jobs and horsey experiences bring a smile to your face when you think back on them?
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Trotting (on foot) next to a trotting horse to help the last kid in the group to finally learn how to post. HUZZAH!
Sounds fun.
Summers at Waldemar…. It doesn’t get much better!
Summers at Waldemar…. It doesn’t get much better!