Yes, we'd gotten her on supplements and she was moving better.
Yes, we'd gotten her back fixed and she was moving better.
But she still wasn't right and I was trying to figure out what to do. I could probably still ride her if I moved her down to the flatlands, but what kind of fun is that when we're both used to riding in the mountains? She has to have a job or she's destructive. Ask Mom. Estes has eaten several of the crossbars of the fence. I wasn't convinced that moving her down to the flatlands would work for either of us. But I can't afford to keep a horse I can't use, either, and I promised her other mommy that I'd be her forever home. I wasn't a very happy person while I was trying to figure out what to do.
And then our farrier suggested shoes.
Oh, my hell. My mare is back! She was shod on Monday and on Thursday, Bill and I went out for a long ride - about 2 1/2 hours. She was feeling so good that we went on some of our favorite trails, starting with the Willow Tree Trail.
|And the fun begins...|
|Those idiots at the ranch down the road have trimmed|
back the willows.
I hate them.
No, really, I do.
|It's been a while,|
"Hey Bill, which way?"
"Just go up and over"
|After we lived through going on|
"Not the trail"
Doesn't look so bad from this angle.
Bill didn't take pictures as we were picking our way down.
Something about being afraid we'd fall on him.
Estes was feeling really good after the Willow Tree Trail, so we decided to head across the Beaver Ponds. She must have been thirsty after the hike over the Willow Tree Trail, because she did something that I don't recall her doing before.
|She almost didn't leave any water for Ranger.|
When she was done drinking up Rock Creek, we crossed over and I got the coolest. picture. ever.
|Not sure how I managed this,|
but I love it!
|It was a real horse picnic,|
I even took Estes' iron bar out of her mouth.
there's a napping Bill back there.
|No singing frogs this time of year,|
but it's still pretty.
|It was a pretty good picnic.|