Sometimes it just works out that way.
One of the Blogs that we regularly follow is written by a police officer in an unnamed western city. We invited Momma Fargo and her daughter Bug (aka "The Squirrel") to spend a couple days with us and maybe do some horseback riding before we turn our horses loose for the winter. Not really that complicated a plan. Our daughter GunDiva, and another friend, T!ink (two more bloggers) showed up so we all went out for a wintery ride in the Rockies. We ran out of horses, so Juanita stayed home to keep the home fires burning.
We had gone nearly 100 yards, when Washoe (The Wonder Idiot) decided the small stream that he drinks out of EVERY DAY was some sort of threat to his welfare. He LEAPT over that foot wide trickle of water.
Sadly, Momma Fargo was riding him bareback, and didn't know about his fear of that 5 foot long section of stream (training incident when he was a colt) and was unprepared for lift-off. World class six point landing. Four hooves and two butt cheeks hit the ground at about the same moment. Momma dusted the snow off her... ummm... pride and climbed back up and we all went for a comparatively uneventful ride.
Back to front- Me (other side of camera), Momma Fargo (with snow on back and rear), Bug, T!nk and GunDiva in lead.
All in all, it was a great, quiet couple of days and it was wonderful to meet other bloggers (and the Bug!).