Or, that is at least what the sign to Warrenton says.
This past weekend my husband and I had a wonderful vacation in Virginia. It was our first trip away, just us, since we were married three years ago. Needless to say we were excited. Originally, we were planning on attending a polo match at the Great Meadows Polo Club, however, thanks to inclement weather those plans were canceled.
Once we pulled into Warrenton, we went to meet the shop owner of a shop I have admired for months - The Galloping Grape. I was pleased and picked up some great purchases, including a fabulous deal on a girth, and nice trail riding water bottle bag for my saddle.
After leaving the Galloping Grape we noticed the horse show happening next door. Turns out it we'd stumbled on to a Warrenton Tradition. The Warrenton Horse Show boasts being one of the largest in Virginia, though, the weather made for poor conditions and it wasn't very well attended from what we gathered. (Just as a general FYI their communication and web presence is abysmal)
We had a great time learning about how the other 1% lives on our first day. Seriously, I had difficulty understanding real horse show people. One very kind and friendly woman shared that the average (likely) price of those competing was about $5K. (Sorry Jean-Luc, momma's gonna need to win the lottery before we could ever think about running with those kinds of people).
That said we had a great time! The people were very friendly and working hard to show off their best. Though I felt judged several times for being "less fortunate" than those around me, I honestly took pride in it.
At one point, when explaining to someone my barn situation, they disparagingly said, "Oh! You're in one of those Co-Op barns. That's nice." Honestly, it didn't bother me. I genuinely feel lucky that I get to spend as much time as I do with my horse. I don't pay for a professional trainer. I don't have a groom. I learn side-by-side with my horse. While it may be somewhat more difficult, again I feel privileged to be able to learn in this way.
But enough about that, Warrenton is a great little town! After watching a few classes, we made our way in town shopping the most adorably historic streets. My husband enjoyed time in a local bike shop, and then we enjoyed the BEST food inside a pub called Black Bear Bistro & Brick Oven.
*If you ever have the opportunity to visit ask for Tina! She was a GREAT server with amazing recommendations.
My name is Chelsey.
Generator's Cuevo Gold, or as he's known around this barn, "Jean-Luc Ponycard", was foaled in 2004 from Generator's Hurricane & Cheyenne's Little Bit.