The weather is gorgeous, not a cloud in sight, with dry trails and perfect footing. What's the problem then? It's almost January and the roadsides still look like this:
That may as well be a photo from August! Here's a photo from this time last year, and we thought last year was dry:
Anyway. I hadn't ridden my own horses in way too long and my plans were stymied by random cold grey weather yesterday, so Scrappy and I enjoyed a relatively brisk 10 mile tour around the local dirt roads in the sunshine this a.m. It was pretty quiet, we were only passed by about four cars and a motorcycle. Chilly enough to goosebump your skin in the few shadows where the sun hadn't hit yet but quite warm enough that I was sweating in just a long sleeve shirt jogging along.
Fortunately Scrappy is a saintly guy. This was also driven home as we were making our brief paved county road crossing on the way home and a plastic bag swirled out of the bushes on the right edge we were hugging as a car and Harley roared by on our left. Scrappy sort of sproinged all 4 feet a few inches off the ground but didn't surge to one side or the other. Thank god.
I don't know if I should admit that the silliest reaction out of my saintly Rushcreek all day was when we passed cows? LOL
Besides "Trot outs that aren't Possibly Toward an Early Grave: 101" Scrappy and I are working on a very important part of his education: The Selfie. If he is to star in this little blog of mine, he's going to have to do better than this dubious near-mare-face: