Right. Like that’s ever going to happen. This is the second year Teresa and Nollind have committed early in the season to going trail riding every Tuesday. So far they’ve been out twice. Okay, it was pretty rainy through July and August, and there were a few trips of other kinds—a birthday trip and a regatta trip and a wedding trip—so it makes sense. But I still find it amusing.
In the second week of September we did manage to get out for the overnight horse trip they try for every year. It didn’t happen last year. Humans are such strange creatures. If I want to eat, I eat. If I’m tired, I nap. If I’m feeling playful, I play. They let lists and clocks run their lives more often than not. If only they’d follow our example and live in each moment, each day. But anyway…
On Friday, September 9, we were off to Kananaskis with the horses. I’m not even hopeful anymore that I’ll be going along on the rides—and, truth be told, I’m not sure I want to go. Those days are long gone. A few years ago, I thought I was going to lose my mind when I was left behind in the trailer, but now I just sleep in my cave, and wait for the horses and riders to return so that we can get out for a sniff and a walk at a speed and distance that suits my greater years.
The overnight horse trips are particularly good for us dogs. There’s usually a walk in the morning before they leave, another when they get back, and often a third and longer one in the evening. It’s a lot like our time on the road in Sid when the peeps go off on errands or activities, taking us out for walks at each end of the day. Given the amount of time I find myself sleeping these days, it works out perfectly.
This horse trip was a short one, much shorter than originally planned. Herein lies the problem I mentioned earlier, the human tendency to let to-do lists and schedules rule. The trip was supposed to be a week, then five days, and then three. When rainy weather interfered, it turned into just two days and two nights.
But I have to give them credit for making the best of things. In the space of 48 hours, they got in two rides, one of them a long one around the Death Valley Loop, two afternoon foursies, two evenings by the fire, and we walked every road in the Sandy McNabb campground. And even when the forecast called for heavy rains and cold weather to move in on Saturday evening, we stayed, and the rain held off until the overnight hours. The horses were in covered stabling, we had power for the ceramic heater, so everyone was warm and dry all through the rainy night until we hit the road early Sunday morning.
They talked on the drive home about getting in one more overnight before the season is done. I just chuckled from my place in the back seat. They’re so cute. Today I heard them talking about unpacking the living quarters but getting in at least one more day trip. I’m cheering for them … but we’ll see how it goes. I’ll keep you posted.