Amwell Valley Trail Association

  "Tails of Horse and Riders"

W.M. Bryce Thompson IV

We would like to pay honor to our neighbor and benefactor Bryce Thompson,
who passed away on Friday June 21st.
He was honored at the Amwell Valley Hounds Hunt Ball in April 2019
for his contribution to the Amwell Valley Equestrian Community.
He was the largest Landowner in our Valley and his generosity established many permanently preserved properties and rights of way through the properties as Thompson Land Management. Several of his family members are still residents of the Valley.
Many of you have enjoyed riding on the trails and properties that he owned.
He will be sorely missed by all who knew him.
Our condolences to his Family and Friends during this sad time.


Shannon Cahill took these photos in 2018
 and sent them to


Sgt Reckless

Video of War Horse 

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  


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 !!


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

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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