To celebrate my birthday I convened a group of riders by advertising my intent to ride the La Purisima Mission in Lompoc.
In addition to the restored original buildings, the nearly 2,000 acre park is home to 25 miles of hiking and riding trails. Much of the land is sandy, so it is the best choice for winter rainy-season riding. Whichever trail we chose, there would be changes in terrain and views out across the Lompoc Valley.
As it turned out, we rode for 2.5 hours and went 7 miles, slowly adventuring around the property.
Plus Tobe & I on the right, added with digital cleverness.
Some I had met before, some were brought to this place by the magic of the
which now after 2 months has almost 100 members.
I look forward to a future in which I have many new riding companions and am able to add many more trail adventures to my schedule.
My introduction to the Meetup reads:
Riding in good company can be a safer and friendly way to explore the beauties of the front-country and back-country trails of the 805 area. Join this Meetup and participate in group rides, and find new like-minded riders who will share the trail with you. Anyone who owns and rides a horse or mule or donkey is welcome to be a part of this Meetup. If you know good trails, meet new friends and show them the way. If you are new to the area, come along and follow someone who knows the trails. We are united by our love for the grace and power of the animals that make our explorations so very special. Exploring Happy Trails !!!
For these rides I don't have a number of hours in mind, actually. I always think it is best to have a talk with the group before we go out and the most important thing to me is to ride to the least rider. So if someone only wants to ride 2 hours, or has a rehabilitating horse or mule that can't do distance, I always say we ride to accommodate them. If that means a shorter ride and half the group wants to go back and the other half wants to split off and go longer, that works too. There really aren't any rules for this, just common courtesy.
For more info about the mission see: http://www.lapurisimamission.org/
We started out tracking up the Western perimeter, through sandy trails and some recently burned over areas.
On the higher areas we could see the Santa Ynez Mountains on the horizon, and also the vast expanse of this property, waiting to be explored.
At the highest point we traveled the Burton Mesa stretches back several miles.
Beautiful Spanish moss hanging from an ancient oak beside the trail.
As our path descended we came to the upper portion of the central valley, where the Padres grew grain for the colony that developed around the Mission.
Now the ghosts of all those long ago missionaries and the indigenous peoples forced to live under their power haunt this quiet place.
the natural landscape with mare's tail clouds in the sky above.
And then back to the fragrant chaparral, where chemise and sage give up their scents as the animals push through the overgrown bushes.
At this time of year the chaparral looks scrubby, and is most inhospitable should you get a wild hair to go off a trail.
But in the spring dozens of species of flowering plants will rise up and fill these trails with bright splashes of color.
And then we started to curve back towards where we started, following a gravel access road.
All the animals got along well, and only one horse got a bit flustered with water crossings and ditches. But the rest of us waited patiently as that gal got things handled, and even the one rider who has been quite worried about how her green young horse would do in a group (with a Mule!) was quite pleased to find that a herd helps make a happy horse.
This is Tobe's favorite food of all time.
Arundo donax, giant cane, which was a vital building material in olden times and is a fine fodder for mules.
But today, he had to stroll on by.
There would be carrots and apples in the trailer for the ride home, so no snacking on the trail.
Then back on the valley floor we started to see the remnants of the buildings that were part of the large community that once lived here. The stones in the ground are a culvert that brought water down to the Mission. It runs quite a distance from catchbasins above.
And for now I'll leave it that way.
We parted with promises to Meetup again soon.
"Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them."