A Shooting Star

A great weekend of riding, but bumpy, too. Saturday, we were down in one of our small meadows on the Hennessey. Lynn had to go to the bathroom, so she and Zigs went off into the bushes. Shirley and I sat in the clearing and waited. Jupes and the dogs each got a bite of granola. Star--either because one of the his ducklings was missing or because he thought bear or something was in the woods--got freaked out. He backed into us and stared into to the woods.

Then he began twirling. I know you can hear Shirley, "Star! You old fool! Star! STAR!" I yelled at Lynn to talk to us. It didn't matter. Star could no longer think. He was a whiling dervish. Shirley rode the requisite 8 seconds, but her pickup ride wasn't there and she slid down the side. That was enough to make Star stop.

She's fine, but she probably strained her right arm as she hung on to the saddle horn. She's walking slowly and carefully, holding that arm--probably a little sore all over. She's okay. By the time she landed on the ground, she was pretty close to it and she landed on a slope--relatively gently. Still scary for all of us because we don't want her hurt.

We switched saddles and Lynn rode Star and she rode Ziggy. For awhile. Then Star started limping pretty good. He too probably strained a muscle. Rather than have Lynn walk while we both rode, I got off and she and I walked back to the trailer. Shirley commented that Zigs was certainly not as smooth as Star to ride, and he stops all the time (he must have peed at least twice).

I, too, put on show. We were walking the road and I saw something in the woods. I couldn't figure out what it was and I was staring at it. Then I stepped down into a deep hole filled with water. I stumbled into Jupes who nudged me even more. Thankfully I didn't get caught up in my spurs or his legs and fall INTO the mud puddle, which would have been hilarious, but it was pretty funny anyway as I sloshed and lurched through it. (Lynn laughed so much, SHE almost ended up in it, too--which would have been even funnier.)

Lynn lost her camera in the scuffle earlier. But on Sunday, we found it--pretty much right where she figured it had come off her saddle. She didn't have it in her bra at the time because it had already fallen out of there! Hmm. What's up with that? :)

Sunday, it was just Lynn and I riding and we had a great day. We rode the same trails in order to find the camera, but it was fun. Both boys were ready and willing and we took the trails pretty quickly and did some trotting and zooming around trees. We didn't see a single soul. It was great. That's what gets me through the week!