Keelan O'Brien | Owner/Dressage Trainer | M: Everybody

The man had to admit he whole-heartedly enjoyed the ability to give lasting memories to the group. All seemed to be having some sort of fun, and many were already getting close. He calls for the group to rejoin him, setting off on another path through the trees. This time, however, the sun was overhead. Rays fell in pools of light on the dirt path, leaving traces where the canopy had holes in its cover. Although it wasn't as eventful as the first path, the stretch of wide, lush green fields peeking through the foliage beside them did seem tempting for most and at least supplied something to look at.

A large archway met the group at the end, the branches of the two trees providing the perfect ethereal entrance to another field, this one mowed down of all but new budding flowers. Ahead, but 40 feet or so, sat the surface of what was the east side of the lake, reflecting the sun and giving a glow to everything around it as it stretched on through the field. A large tree sat a handful of feet away, the oak providing another canopy of shade, and under which sat a checkered blanket, a few stumps used for simple seating along the edge. On the other side of the tree stood a few hitching posts, the blocky U-Shape home to ample space for horses to stand tied, and large water troughs. The sandy banks of the lake were home to a large dock and a fire pit with more log seating.

Keelan stops at an available post, hopping down to unsaddle Grump and Poko so they could rest as well, "Welcome to Lake Haven. Please be mindful of trash, but otherwise, let's eat and cool off. Saddles can sit on the posts, they were designed for the space." He smiles and waves everybody to do their own thing, dropping Grump's saddle on the post before a final check.