Granddaughter Autobot and I decided to go for a quick, short ride this afternoon. A few weeks ago I had purchased a "slick and easy" grooming stone for the horses to help get dried grit off them. Autobot used it on the grays while I finished some stuff in the office, then we hooked their reins to the sides of their halters, threw on the sheepskins that we use to ride bareback and headed out for the 1 1/2 mile loop through what we call town, trying to beat an incoming rain cloud. Just a few yards down the road, Washoe spotted the big cement pipes that had been delivered this morning to the field across the road. Head went up, butt scooted under as he shot forward and - I came off. That stone really did slick up his back and the sheepskin underside is shiny from lots of use. I felt it start to slide and grabbed for mane, which I had very nicely used detangler on and could not hang on to. It slid right through my hand like it was greased. Autobot was behind me on Jesse, both hanging out while grandma picked herself up off the ground. At least I had a sheepskin to land on.
I walked Washoe over to the pipes, had him touch them to see they were not monsters, took him back to the mounting block and we started over. Very pleasant ride until we got to the last half mile. We came down the hill, around the corner and up went the giraffe head again. Llamas! Now, these grays are used to llamas, but he quickly noticed there was no fence between us and the seven llamas grazing the big corner pasture. Feet frozen to the ground, undecided what to do. Then Jesse walks by, nudging him with her nose (wimp) like it was an every day event, so on we went.
As if that was not enough, a little further along the road we heard this weird rattling and rumbling coming up behind us. Looked back and saw two trollie cars
loaded with people for a special event at the local 5-star restaurant. Wow! Rode into a driveway and watched them go by as the horses grazed on the knee high grass there. What next? We rode past the trollies as the people unloaded and headed up the final hill for home. At least neither horse was bothered by the odd looking contraptions.
Of course, this being Friday, the local 'Friday afternoon club' was in top form as we topped the hill; a lot of people outside the local wood working shop enjoying a cool one or two. By this time the horses were in parade mode with cars lined up on both sides of the road and people hollering and waving at them; nothing was going to bother them.
We got home, put them away and went into the lodge. When I asked Bill if our hikers had gotten to the pizzaria for dinner, he said, "Yep, and they got to see someone fall off a horse." I'm not sure if they recognized that person as one of their hosts, but glad I could offer some entertainment.