Stillpoint Farm has been offering quality care for horses since 1989. We are a family-run boarding stable only five minutes from downtown Amherst and three miles to UMass, 13 acres that were once the heart of the old King farm, the northeast corner inside the town limits, the point of highest elevation (500 ft. above sea level) and the junction of Amherst, Leverett, and Shutesbury. We offer a well-lit indoor arena and an outdoor arena with jumps available. Both have excellent footing. The atmosphere here is casual though horsecare, for us, is a serious business, and the results shine in the horses who live here. Turn-out arrangements are flexible, geared toward maximum field time.
ATTENTION TRAIL RIDERS:
From here there are trails in every direction, some more than 300 years old. The Walt Whitman Trail connects our own Cider Mill Trail to a network that reportedly extends all the way to Canada. The Robert Frost and Metacomet-Monadnock Trail cross paths near by. There's the Old Post Road that Pony Express riders galloped in a relay of eager young men on hardy mountain-bred mounts bringing mail from Boston, and the Fiber Optic trail that is straight and grassy and occasionally mowed. Atkins Reservoir is around the corner, as is Haskins Meadow, The King Forest Preserve and what we call the galloping fields, grassy open pockets in the woods linked by stands of trees, each with a path around the perimeter, a tempting detour on the right horse on the way to the Amethyst Brook conservation area (if you have an afternoon to spare). There's always the unexpected downed tree, newly graveled dirt roads, loggers with chain saws and the occasional taciturn landowner posting the dreaded 'no horses' sign on a trail that then has to be rerouted. By in large, though, these hills are a trail-rider's paradise. The Porcupine Ridge Snowmobile Club, as well as many anonymous hikers, trail riders and THE PHANTOM MOUNTAIN BIKER (who IS that masked man/woman laying out all those wonderful new trails?) keep the trails groomed, the encounters with land owners cordial, and conversations going with the powers that be in the various towns, making the case, year after year, that this land, this life, is worth preserving for future generations.