Last week, Mrs Mom posted a video showing hoof movement in shod horses. I wanted to see what the hoof movement looked like in barefooters like our horses, so I called up to the lodge and made a plan with Mom and Bill to go out on Sunday, which was supposed to be a beautiful day to ride.
Knowing that I'd have to get up and down from Estes to get the shots I wanted, I decided that it wouldn't kill her to go out in a saddle (it doesn't fit well, which is why I haven't used it more than once this summer). The whole way up to the lodge I watched the clouds build behind Long's Peak, and hoped that they wouldn't break over the mountains. I really, really wanted to get the video of the horses' feet up on our mountains.
I knew that we'd be riding on borrowed time, but pulled Estes' saddle out anyway, ready to get whatever shots we could.
How pathetic is this...
Yes, that's dust on my saddle. I guess that's what happens when you don't pull your saddle out to use for over four months.
In the time it took me to pull my saddle and go pull Estes from the pen, this is what moved in...
I still wasn't ready to give up on our ride yet, until I got Estes tied to the rail and she gave me this look...
That is a cranky mare. Suddenly, between the snow beginning to blast us and the thought of riding a cranky mare, my need to get the video of her barefeets wasn't so great any more. I got over it, turned her back to the pen, moaned and groaned about missing my chance, and went home.
I kid you not. I get out of the canyon, back into cell phone range, and call Mom to let her know I'm down (old habits are hard to break - have to call before we enter the canyon and when we exit the canyon) and she tells me the storm has blown over and there's nothing but clear blue sky.
Stupid Colorado weather.