As a young girl growing up in the San Francisco Bay area, Ingrid Miller spent her days on horseback. She and her first horse, a bay mare named Trixie who “jigged everywhere we went,” would take off in the morning, racing through the walnut and pear orchards as fast as Trixie could go, ending up swimming in the creek or exploring the countryside for the day. The pair wouldn’t return home until nearly dusk. By age 12, Ingrid had made what she jokingly calls a “fatal mistake”–attending her first horse show.