It seems Beel's truck decided that it didn't want to go to Arizona and went on strike. Luckily, it broke down at the gas station the night before we left, instead of leaving us stranded on the highway with three horses in a trailer. The truck had been fixed by the dealership the week before our scheduled trip, so to have it break down less than one week since picking it up from being "fixed" did not make anyone happy. This time, instead of going to the dealership, Beel found an actual diesel mechanic to work on the truck.
It is now running, but the window of opportunity that Jay and I had to go down with the horses has closed and it'll be Mom and Beel running them down when they can. We were sad that we had to postpone the trip, but have been thankful to have them with us for a bit longer. The weather has been unseasonably warm down on the plains (while Mom and Beel have been getting hammered with snow), so we've had time to just hang out and enjoy the herd.
I'm not certain the horses are as thrilled as we are about having time to hang out with them, though. The weather has been so nice that we took the "winter" water tub out of the pen and disconnected the hoses. Suddenly, we had extra baling twine, from untying the hoses from the fence, and we had a couple of 4' hoses. The horses were curious, so we helped them do their best Cyndi Lauper impressions. You can see how thrilled they all were.
|"I can pull this off."|
|"I'm never going to forgive you for this, Mom."|