This place is awful!! I can ride any reasonably well-trained horse, but a mule's mouth is like concrete! The first time I went, they tried to put me on a mule and I pitched a hissy and MADE them put me on a real horse. The second time, four years later, I was told rather roughly that they owned no horses (saw a few at the trough when we got back though....) and was put on the biggest mule they had. It stood over three feet taller than I and had a single reign that was less than half the distance of its neck. When I got on its back and told it to go, it took the bit in its mouth, jerked its head down and the reign out of my hands, and ran with me. Three of the guides and the hateful owner finally got it corralled and I got off as quickly as I could. I am 5'4" and a rather small young woman, so I pitched another hissy and made them put me on a smaller mule. It was a quieter animal, and one of the guides was very nice, telling me the first animal had been doing that all day, but there were comments made about me and the smaller mule liked to stop dead still every few minutes. In short, I took a look over the valley and decided that next time we pass through the Poconos, I'll take a look at the HORSES I saw at the riding stables next door. I shudder to think of a small child or a novice rider being pawned off with one of their animals.
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