Amwell Valley Trail Association

  "Tails of Horse and Riders"
    We would like to share other AVTA members stories of interest,
      so please submit them with your picture to Tory

Sgt Reckless

Video of War Horse 

Elmer & Grande Go Camping
read full story 


The British teenager who shattered
 a 436-year men-only
tradition to win a place
 at the Spanish Riding School
 is one of Carol's students from
Toy Box Farm.
read full story  


  AVTA members participated in The Black River & Western Railroad's "Great Train Robbery"
on Sept 20 & 21, 2008 in Ringoes. 
The Covered Bridge Gang "robs" train riders
and the money is donated to Charities.


Visitor to the Valley 
While out riding on
 Sunday 11/29/09
we spotted a Bald Eagle
 perched in the trees in the
 front field by Centre Ridge near the Wertsville Road crossing to Garrett's.
What an awesome sight !!
If anyone sees him again, please send some better pictures to


AVTA Members Sue & Barb
at the Memorial Day Parade.

AVTA Members assist in trail clearing
for the Oct Hunter Pace.
full 2008 story
2009 thank yous & 2010 thank yous


 This is an
  amazing video of 
Stacy Westfall 
  that shows the
ultimate in
between horse & rider.
      view video     

Stacy's horse, Roxy died February 8, 2012

Toby 1986-2012
On Saturday Oct 20, 2012 Mary Murrin lost her horse, Toby. here is her tribute to him:
Toby was a wonderful horse. He was a willing and reliable trail horse–once I figured 
  out his various idiosyncrasies. We spent many happy years exploring the Amwell Valley
  until his riding days were ended by heaves. For the past several years he had the
  company of two elderly pals who had the good sense to do exactly what he directed
  them to do. He was stubborn, bossy, and tough and I loved him dearly. Thank you to
  Barbara and Bob Holcombe, and Mark Smith and the other vets at Hopewell Veterinary
  Group for all their care. I will miss him. Mary


When I am an old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to all
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
~Author Unknown~


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