In which we all desperately need to get out and ride, so we do
Patty sent out a Facebook message to the Usual Suspects last night:
|Dory led the way on some trails we don't use very often|
"We need to get out and ride! Where? What time? Who's going?"
|It's difficult to tell, but we've had a dry week here in the Swampland.|
A lot of the mud was not muddy.
|Spot: "Follow me!" Flower: "Oooof!" Ariana: "I'll push you!"|
Fiddle: ominous silence.
|Patty slid down on her bum, but everyone else stayed upright|
We visited the monument, and took pictures (as usual).
Photos from the monument hill are more impressive on blue-sky days, but the view is still nice to look at, and it's even nicer to be there IRL.
Dory led us down a sidehill trail just in time:
|Super-long logging truck!|
I've seen logging operations and log trucks my whole life, but even I was impressed by the length of the load on these rigs.
The horses were interested in the racket made by log trucks, but they weren't bothered by them.
It was a good day.
|Riding with friends. It's a Good Thing.|