On Thanksgiving I did a Turkey Trot with my sister and her boyfriend. I don’t know about other places but Turkey Trots in my area are just thinly veiled excuses to ride horses and drink. They’re usually full of weekend warriors and trail riding yahoos. A good bunch to have fun with but you’ll definitely be around people who don’t know or care about equestrian-to-equestrian courtesies. Like going the speed the least experienced rider is comfortable with or tying ribbons on tails to indicate kickers, biters, stallions, etc.
Fun fact: Ben is not ‘beer broke’. He was okay with people cracking open beer but not really okay with any lingering hissing from the cans. Not that I really ever had a need to crack open a cold one while on horseback but these Turkey Trot riders were very adamant that it’s a skill I should teach my horse. For the sake of ‘sacking out’ it’s probably not a bad idea if I ever want to drink a soda while riding?
The path was a nice nature trail that they recently graded for a 5k run earlier that morning. I tapped out at a beer and a half because I move very quickly from the liquid courage category to the unsafe to ride category otherwise. We led our group at a brisk walk for the most part. No slow pokes here. It was fun and pretty uneventful. Which is nice. The last Turkey Trot we did years ago a really drunk woman came off in a glorious cartwheel after her knee made contact with the corner of a fence while galloping around a corner.
Overall 10/10, would go again.