In which we ride and the sky is blue and The Mountain Is Out at last!
Yesterday the sky was blue, and Swamplanders
did everything short of declaring a regional holiday.
|Of course, we went riding!|
Du and Hana met us at the trailhead, and we headed out for a quick 7-mile loop. Freya was apparently playing "Circus Animals" in the pasture last week, and came in with swelling in her legs, so she's sidelined for a bit.
Hana doesn't mind.
She may be retired from endurance competition, but Hana still gets regular exercise as a lesson pony, so she's in fine condition for trails.
Fee was happy to be out with her friend.
|A little too happy at times, if you know what I mean. |
"You are a GROWN UP HORSE NOW, behave yourself!"
The trails are still too soggy for horses or bicycles, but there are plenty of roads to ride.
|This trail may look like a trail but it's an old logging road and is armored with rock|
under a thin layer of forest duff. I could drive a car on it without getting stuck, so
it's fine to ride , even in winter.
Seven miles. Not too hot, not too cold, and not very many bugs (yet). A nice ride with my friend!
And when we got to the meadow near the trailhead:
|The Mountain is Out!|
It's not easy to see Mount Rainier in the photo above. It's a little more obvious in the photo below:
|Biggify to see the volcano on the far horizon line|
I found an interesting and not-entirely-accurate description of what we mean when we say "The Mountain Is Out" at this blog HERE. The focus of that blog seems to be a transplanted umbrella-user trying to explain the quaint and rustic ways of Swamplanders to other sunbaked barbarians.
(I can't help noticing that, despite his tone of superiority, the desiccated yabbo writing the blog didn't manage to make it to the 7-year mark--he moved to Los Angeles in 2016. Weenie.)
He also got it wrong about the mountain.
The Mountain Is Out is not just a sunny day. The vast majority of days here, we can't see the mountain at all. Yes, often because the rainclouds hover 3 feet above the ground or so. But also because our region is subject to a lot of visual pollution.
Steady rain for
With the sky that clear, from a grassy field in Stanwood, I can see the top of Mount Rainier more than 100 miles away.
It's a day of jubilation, one that celebrates our resilience and fortitude in the face of almost-unending gloom. The prize for surviving winter is a day when The Mountain Is Out, and the native mossbacks will skimp on their indoor responsibilities as much as possible in order to run outside and worship the sky for a while.
|The Mountain looks best through the ears of the Dragon!|
Today, it's raining. But it's okay.
The Mountain will be Out again...someday.