We had only gone about 4 blocks when we found some new construction in the neighborhood, being masterminded by a tractor-monster. All three horses passed it quietly, but when Bill wanted to go back for pictures, Ranger had other things in mind; you can sneak past something the first time, but you don't go back and challenge it (R's version).
|Llama, llama.....ears! See a resemblance, Ranger?|
Once you get to the National Forest signs along a dirt road (1.75 mi from us), you have an option of continuing along the road or short-cutting on a trail through the woods - a no-brainer for us: the trail.
This one does not ever get much use, so we expected to encounter a lot of underbrush, which would be good practice for me. I was riding Washoe and towing Jesse. (GunDiva wasn't able to make this week's ride.) Washoe needs lots of direction, and fortunately, Jesse needs none so I figured I could turn her loose if need be and Bill would pick her up as he came up from behind. It didn't take long to get challenging; less than 100 yards in we came to this ....
We finally get to ride the actual trail for a ways, cross the stream (no water, though, boohoo), and head up the other side. Cavaletti, anyone?
The horses were much happier about heading down; they didn't even want to stop at the picnic spot, but we did anyway. We all needed a bit of a rest. Unfortunately, there wasn't much graze, but Beel shared his apple and they each got their own granola bar.
Notice the ears; this is what our horses do when they see or hear a plastic bag.
Ranger took his turn with Jesse following on the trip down.
It was a good training ride, even if it didn't follow 'the plan'.