The weekend started on Friday with cocktails at the athletic field house, where I was too excited to see old friends to remember to take any pictures.
On Saturday, the clouds looked a little threatening, but the weather held.
Which was lucky for me, as I hadn't thought to bring an umbrella.
My favorite place on campus has always been the chapel. We would sometimes sit in those big windows to study -- the view is so serene.
Seniors continue the tradition of swaying while singing the school song. I was impressed with how many of my former classmates remembered all the words.
I took a campus tour and found a colorful new-to-me mural brightening up a student lounge.
Photo credit: ID |
Construction has started on the new dorm.
The stables were updated a few years ago, and the horses seem to enjoy keeping an eye on visitors.
Some beauties even posed.
We chatted with a rider who remembered the first horse I rode. She told me that K.C. had lived to be 33. She was such a sweet horse.
And we peeked in on the ring where I learned to ride, and rode in many competitions as a child. This is not, however, where I took my first fall. I still remember the shock, and I remember my parents telling me to hop back up. They were so quick with their advice that I was back in the saddle before it had fully registered for me that I had fallen.
Sunday included a hike through the horse trails and a great brunch. I enjoyed hearing stories from my former classmates and from older alumnae about their time at the school. Overall, it was a lovely weekend full of old memories for everyone.
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