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HORSEBACK MOUNTAIN

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Saddle up: Learning to ride in Alberta’s foothills means understand­ing exactly how far horses have taken us.

On an alpine adventure in the Alberta foothills, our city-slicker writer trades her fuzzy childhood fantasies for an up-close encounter of the horsey kind.

LI’L STAR IS A MISSOURI FOX TROTTER mare. She is 20 years old, which makes her either 18 years younger than I am, or – if you accept the maxim that a year in a horse’s life is the equivalent of three person-years – old enough to be my mother. This will be one of the many contradict­ions in our relationsh­ip over the next few days at Moose Mountain Ranch, a family-run horseback-riding outfit about an hour’s drive west of Calgary. Officially, I am in charge. But Kananaskis Country is her country, and in these foothills, Li’l Star knows every waterfall, muskeg meadow and jagged wave of forest by heart.

Standing in a hoof-churned paddock behind the ranch house, I stretch out my hand and rest it gingerly on Li’l Star’s immense cheek, under the fringed saucer of her enormous brown eye. She is the biggest animal I have ever touched. Her sensitive mouth wrinkles as if she is about to cry. Neil MacLaine tells me, “It’s like a first date: You want to come bearing red roses, not a basket of dirty laundry.” A dozen other horses mill around us – the MacLaine family keeps about 40, in all shades of white, black, brown and gold, ready for week-long pack trips for seasoned riders as well as day trips for newbies like me.

MacLaine, who has thick white hair under his ten-gallon hat, is a former Canadian army officer; he completed tours in Cyprus and the High Arctic, learning from the rangers there to prepare for a possible Soviet invasion in the 1980s. He started out in Kananaskis Country some 30 years ago with four horses and a herd of cattle, but ranching didn’t suit him; it was the pack trips he loved. “We call it a hobby that spun out of control,” he says. Now MacLaine – who runs the place with his wife, Undine – is on a cowboy philosophe­r’s lifelong quest for the perfect equine metaphor. “A new rider is like a substitute teacher,” he’ll say. Or: “Some horses are Porsches and some are tractors, and you don’t teach your kid to drive on a Porsche.”

That brisk, military flavour is partly why Moose Mountain seems like the right place to burn off the sentimenta­l haze clinging to my horse fetish. Before I arrived at the ranch, stallions thundered through my imaginatio­n like figures from mythology; I had absorbed an idea of the horse as a sage who could lead me to a lost part of myself. I’m not the only urbanite who feels this way: Vanished from our dayto-day lives, horses have been increasing­ly pressed into service as vessels for city slickers’ spiritual yearnings. I’ve noticed writing workshops and summer camps where, a cynic might say, horses are advertised like psychedeli­c drugs – a way for people to tap into a primal version of themselves. It seems to me a horse might resent being burdened not only with the

heavy cargo of my body, but the weight of my hopes for self-discovery. Moose Mountain promises to reintroduc­e me to the horse as a flesh-and-blood creature, one who has been an indispensa­ble partner in shaping where and how we live.

On Li’l Star’s back for the first time, the encounter I experience isn’t with my primal self but with the landscape: Being on horseback is like the longest tracking shot in movie-camera history. I feel as if I’m in a boat, gently rocking with the current, borne along by a muscular benevolenc­e. Ringo, MacLaine’s black border collie-spaniel mix, dashes in front of me through the tall grass, brushing aside blue harebells and rosehips to jam his head down gopher holes. As we plunge into an early-autumn forest, my vision is crowded with aspens, skinny white candles bursting into yellow. Occasional­ly, I lurch forward – Li’l Star has bolted for a thistle, which she folds into her tough lips before responding to my urgent tugging. Cresting a small hill, I’m aware of the irony of my elevated position. She ennobles me by suffering the illusion that I control her.

OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I FALL ECSTATICAL­LY AND painfully in and out of rhythm with Li’l Star. I rate my experience­s in degrees of Timotei. As a child, my idea of horseback riding was profoundly shaped by a series of 1980s commercial­s for Timotei shampoo, in which a woman in a white dress rides a white horse through a minty field. Her blond hair and the horse’s pale mane stream out behind them. Together, they are romantic and ethereal, the picture of beauty and freedom, and it turns out precious little of beginner horseback riding is like this. Crossing rivers and creeks is very Timotei: The water flashes silver over the rocks, the spray kicks up from my horse’s hooves. Going downhill, on the other hand, is not Timotei at all: I’m leaning backward to counter the strain of gravity that pulls at Li’l Star’s knees and drags the trail’s stones out from under her feet. At times, we travel in mud printed with fresh grizzly tracks, although MacLaine’s son, Robert, assures me that horses aren’t easily spooked by bears – it’s moose I should worry about. “A horse seeing a moose is like a human seeing Frankenste­in,” he says.

On the third evening, over Parmesan polenta and a rich beef stew, MacLaine, who is a history buff, sketches out the equine past of the area. Although the tiny prehistori­c horses that once roamed the Americas went extinct about 11,000 years ago, the modern horse travelled back with the Spanish in the 16th century and was later adopted by the Stoney Nakoda, Siksika, Blood and Ktunaxa nations in the 1700s. The horse continues to carry cultural significan­ce for these nations: Horse ceremonies are

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 ??  ?? ABOVE, FROM LEFT TO RIGHT Undine MacLaine and guide Louella Wright hit the early-evening trails of Kananaskis Country; Neil MacLaine has a weakness for horses, history and ten-gallon hats. OPENING PAGE The mane attraction at Moose Mountain Horseback Adventures.
ABOVE, FROM LEFT TO RIGHT Undine MacLaine and guide Louella Wright hit the early-evening trails of Kananaskis Country; Neil MacLaine has a weakness for horses, history and ten-gallon hats. OPENING PAGE The mane attraction at Moose Mountain Horseback Adventures.
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CI-DESSUS, DE GAUCHE À DROITE Undine MacLaine et la guide Louella Wright dans une chevauchée à la brunante à Kananaskis ; Neil MacLaine a un faible pour les chevaux, l’histoire et les chapeaux de cow-boy. EN OUVERTURE L’offre de Moose Mountain Horseback Adventures est vraiment au poil.
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ABOVE, FROM LEFT TO RIGHT Moose Mountain boasts a four-legged staff nearly 40 horses strong that comes in all shades of black, brown, white and gold; guide Louella Wright rides a ridge in the Rocky Mountains.
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CI-DESSUS, DE GAUCHE À DROITE L’équipe de Moose Mountain est composée de presque 40 quadripède­s arborant tous les tons, du noir au blanc, du bai-brun au palomino ; la guide Louella Wright sur une crête dans les rocheuses.

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