What a weekend! The weather was PERFECT - 70-ish degrees and sunshine all the way except for a few scattered clouds.
|Hey, at least it's clean. Plus, no Poison Ivy.|
It wasn't fancy, but it was filling, and that's what's important.
As I mentioned before, only one other camper joined us for camping that weekend, so we parked next to each other and her horse, Koda, was Guinness' high line neighbor for the weekend.
Friday night was a cold Mo-Fo. When I got up Saturday morning and went out to do chores for the horses, poor Guinness was shivering in the early morning chill.
But, luckily our campsite got a little early morning sun, which we all enjoyed. I stoked up our fire from the previous night, and enjoyed standing in front of the warmth while the early morning sun was on my back.
Mom, Kim and I headed out for a short ride while we waited on the rest of the day riders to arrive. It turned out to be shorter than we anticipated...
What was supposed to be about an hour ride, turned out to be 20 minutes. Why? Because we don't know the trails, they aren't marked for sh!t, and we got 'lost'. More like, 'slightly misplaced'.
Which was just as well, because when we got lost back to camp, our riding buddies were just pulling in, so we waited for them to get tacked up and head out for bigger adventures.
|Ready and waiting!|
Finally everyone was ready, so all seven of us hardy souls headed out for the day.
Then don't 'cha know, all seven of us got lost and wound up back in camp after a very short ride.
So, never to be discouraged, we headed out again...
...and got lost. Again.
|Trying to read the worthless map.|
We did stumble across this pretty cool old mill, though.
Never to fear, because we simply ended up back in camp. Again. But as luck would have it, as we were bitching and pissing and moaning as a collective, frustrated group of equestrians, we ran into someone who rode in this park every other weekend and knew where the hell he was going!
So, we headed out again, only this time we had a tour guide. :)
|Tour guide Nate in the red shirt|
Then, the journey got beautiful.
|RoadQueen and Guinness playing in the water|
Finally, after a ton of fun, challenging trails and beautiful scenery, we arrived back at camp after 6 hours in the saddle and 18 miles under our horse's hooves. We were careful to sponge them down well and apply liniment to prevent muscle soreness, then put the horses on their lines to relax and eat hay for the rest of the evening.
As the ride coordinator, I had designated Saturday evening as a potluck dinner. Since there was just the three of us (me, Mom and Kim), we had a casual, small meal by the campfire, complete with hot dogs cooked over said fire.
Sunday morning Mom, Kim and I got up early and headed out on our own for a short couple hour ride. We ended up being lost - again - for 3 hours, but it was so pretty, we didn't mind.
One of the coolest things that happened on Sunday, is that we met up with this guy. We passed almost underneath him as we went down the trail. He never startled or spooked, in fact he watched us with great interest. We could see him still watching us long after we passed him and he was just a dot in the distance. Pretty freaking cool!
~ The RoadQueen