These just popped into my mind, hope others can think of some too!
The actor John Savage --and who's girlfriend was in a blue chiffon layered dress -- showing up at the stables before dinner to check on an injured pony one of his children had ridden that day.
John Savage in an impromptu swim in his skivvies at Awosting.
The N.Y. Theatre group sitting on the west porch, and the baritone who sang "They Call The Wind Moriah".
My face when in a spit-second had to convince a horse not to back up over Patterson's Pellet (I was warned!).
The same horse's face when he tried to sit down in Awosting to get rid of me only to discover I was still "up there".
Same horse who spooked on the trail to Echo Rock and ended up 15' down, facing the other way, standing on ice in June in a crevice, ended up with just a really bad gash.
"Excercising" this same horse one afternoon. Went way below Upper Awosting Falls toward Coxing Kill, and all collies were with me. I did turn around, but too late! The storm came up. It's the only place in my life that I've ever seen a storm sky go absolutely unfriendly PINK. And the legend in the Hudson Valley about the gods bowling in the sky? Very True. Unfortunately with the horse's (Gray's) injury, a walk was IT, no faster. Of course then all the collies hid in the woods, so I had that to worry about too. We were all SOAKED! And cold. What would this do to his recovery? But made it back to the stables, and Elise was waiting because she got worried. While I rubbed Gray down, got him all dry, and checked his healing stitches, all the collies showed up like nothing happened! Gray recovered very nicely.
Standing way up on the platform in the top of the barn where we sent grain in the huge bin down to the feed bin, and the collies running through below us. We'd call to them, they'd look around really puzzled and run back out. So we called them again, and same thing happened again. Of course it was MY collie who finally looked up and called our bluff.
All the people who visibly relaxed at Minnewaska.
>Me walking one of the carriage horses (Nestor) down from Cliff House lawn. We'd tried a training session with a new horse -- didn't work.
>Reins broke and all I had was my pants belt, so I threaded it through his bit rings, extremely tenuous hold on an 1800 lb animal who's upset. I've got the dark glasses on, wearing a dark navy shirt over jeans, and my knee-high round toed boots. Horse is 6' only at the shoulder, never mind the head, and I'm 5'2". Meanwhile, a group of
>riders were arguing with Nan over a "bad ride" (sometimes this happened when they didn't want to pay). Nan points to me, says "well, if you want to argue, argue with her!" They split. I get to the stables, like "what is everybody looking at!"
The Roberts from I think Texas. They came to ride every year, and we let them out on their own, they were very accomplished, in fact we didn't know just how much. And their silent Russsian wolfhounds that were not personable to us but friendly. They finally figured out that our white horse had been trained as a cutting horse, where you don't use your reins, just bodyweight changes! Sure enough, they were right. Thank god, because we tried every bit we could think of, and none were that successful.
Oh, the Roberts were the ones riding Gray went he spooked and went down into the crevice ... hey, everybody has their skills.
A visit by Linda Ronstadt's backup band. I never knew just what the impulse was for them to come up to Minnewaska. I was taking a trail ride of guests past the old golf course, and just as I turned the corner to the highest tee-off, one of the band swung to hole-marker and spooked my lead horse (guess who, but Gray).
They apologized very much, but I felt sorry for them because they seemed bored.
That same top tee, a doe ran off in one direction. They weren't really skittish of horses, so I wondered what was wrong, but I kept going. Suddenly, the fawn, still all in spots, finally jumped out of the tall grass and ran into the woods because we got too close. Beautiful! I'm sure they settled back down again later.
The herd of deer, munching along the golfcourse at sunset ... very peaceful, very "pastoral" in the terms of Minnewaska's founders.
Riding out to Echo Rock, long before guests would start to arrive. No leaves on the trees whatsoever. A color in the woods? Flaming Azalea.
Same path, later in June. Trying to get the horses to stand still so we could stand up on the sadles (try it some time!) and pick the June berries.
Several busloads of the local Mennonites, up to pick the blueberries. There were certainly enough to go around.
On the path up from the bottom of the lake (Stepping Stones) back to the stables ... my first introduction to Tanqueray gin. Good thing those blueberry bushes were soft (enough)! I don't know what was funny, but I was sure laughing! The introducers of Tanqueray kindly kept giving me a hand up (you know who you are!).
Cliff House Dock: one of our stable staff, Maury, felt that for one of our horses with a docked ("shortened") tail he'd had had enough of bugs he mostly imagined but was driven crazy anyway, Maury should swim him. It worked. That's the good news. The bad news was that sometimes horse "muffins" would drift up to Minnewaska dock -- oops. Yup, we got spoken to about that.
Same path, up from Stepping Stones, early morning, a pair of Pileated Woodpeckers rising up.
The carriage rides were a nice way to see the Lake and go out to Beacon Point. We called in the Grannies Bus (for obvious reasons, used your imagination). Well, most rides were very nice and decent. But you have to remember that up to Bentley's, it was uphill and we had to jog up to the cliff from the road. Only problem was that there was a large tree up at the cliff and we had to make a hard right with an 18 foot-long carriage. So most folk's natural reaction was that we were going right off the cliff! Well, they laughed so hard and got such a kick out of it that we never did cut that tree back.
Driving back from Beacon, all uphill, and I forgot to take a ring off, which broke under pressure of the reins and pinched way into my finger. Kept on going all the way without missing a step.
All the horses turned loose up on Cliff House lawn. Misty foggy day. Sitting at the cypress circle (west side), just watching them do their horse thing.