Church bells ringing, ringing--oh wait, it's only Saturday! Well, actually you could tell me anything and I would have believed it. I sort of lost part of the ride on Saturday! I had my bell rung! The first time ever.
It was a gorgeous, first day of a long weekend. We rode up the Hennessey and went to our new trail on the right. Everything was going well--well as good it goes some days (broken breast collar that snapped when Jupes stumbled into a hole, Shirley freaked out by a steep upgrade, caught between a cow and her herd--it started to follow us up the mountain), but overall good. Then something weird happened. Honestly all I remember is being in a tree and a sort of a flying sensation. Shirley said she turned around to tell me to watch out for the swinging branch--maybe I kind of remember that, but Jupes had already moved away from it toward the tree.
I guess I got clotheslined. I have had few scrapes and a bruise on my forehead (under my helmet's visor!). Lynn said she saw me about two feet from the ground. I was straight out, like a belly flop, but I turned and tucked my right arm under me. Then I hit the ground and she heard the air explode out of me. Then I didn't move. I scared her.
The next thing I knew was I hearing a horrible rasping sound and realized it me making it. I do not remember talking to her, but she said I told her I was not broken, but could not catch my breath. She said my eyes were going around in circles. She said I said, "I think I had my bell rung." I asked her to help me get up because I guess my spurs were caught and I couldn't get my legs under me. Then I got up, walked to Jupe, took him to a log and got on. It wasn't till later that Lynn got more worried.
I guess I asked her about four times if she knew where we were. I don't remember any of that. Later she asked me if I knew where I was now--I was kind of snarky, like "Yeesss." I didn't know why she asked me.
Anyway, I'm fine. Sore, but not broken. It hurts to cough or blow my nose (my chest) and my arm is a little sore, but everything works.
We tried to ride on Sunday, but Buster wasn't having it. We went up Underwood. Shirley got into trouble immediately on the trail and had to bail off. Lynn rode him on the road and he was fine, but once she started him on the trail again, he went kind of ballistic. His back end was trembly and I could see his muscles twitching. So we went home. He is hurting, I guess. He's fine on the flats, but not on the steep hills. Shirley was not interested in getting Star and trying again.
Monday was perfect! Again we went to Underwood. Everyone was perfect. (Although I did hear Shirley yell at Star once, "Star, you old fool!") It was a glorious day; I do not think it could have been better. We rode up to the top of the ridge and looked over and then down and around and up and down. :) I loved it.
Ya, scared the crap out of me. Never seen eyes do that before. :( We will have to brush our trails better so that does not happen again. Any new trails we will brush as we go. I don't want any more unplanned dismounts if we can help it. Monday was beautiful. :) We need to try to make it longer.
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