The authors are unknown of these two delightful pieces, but they are a great peek into the minds of excited campers about to camp and ride, especially poignant in their emotions. The first was from the “Loon” 1947 and the second in 1949.
“Oh! How happy I was today! I was to ride on a horse and, since I have never been on a horse, I looked forward to it. It seemed so simple from the distance that I hurried merrily on my way. I reached the corral ahead of the others to try to get a good horse. Of course, I didn’t know one horse from the other. As I looked at the horses, my mouth dropped. They didn’t look very friendly. But, I kept telling myself it was easy and I might even be a born rider. I finally took a brown and white one. I walked up to it on the right side, pulled the reins, and just as I got the straps fixed, the horse moved. After three unsuccessful attempts, I got on. I went down when the horse went up and I went up when the horse came down. What a situation! I ended up with a side-ache and saddle-burns. The rest is too gruesome to tell!”
“This is the day. I awoke at 3:30 this morning too excited to sleep, thinking of my first trip to Camp Maqua. I had trouble getting my oatmeal down and even more trouble keeping it there. After we had the luggage piled in the car there wasn’t enough room for me, so I had to ride in the rumble seat. It would have been more comfortable if there had been more seat and less of me. Arriving at camp around 12:30, we drove up to the lodge. We thought it very peculiar to see horses standing around but we were glad since we all love horses. But, we were again disappointed because we were at the stable house.”
She later wrote on June 30th, “Dear Diary, today I started my classes. I’m a full-fledged beginner in practically everything. I rode “Salt” this morning. He has a beautiful cantor and I have a beautiful blister. (I won’t say where.)”



