Who am I kidding. There is no need to justify an hour long road hack on a 70° day in March.
So we tacked up the two horses. I put Christian on Guinness, and I took Darius. Guinness isn't really a dead broke trail horse, but I trust his shenanigans enough to put a greenie aboard. At least, I trust him enough if we stay on the road...
|After all, we've been walking roads for years. Pig's best friend was once the FedEx guy!|
|This hill, to be exact.|
(Okay, okay. I know it's not really very steep. But it's, like, the ONLY hill in this part of Indiana. It's steep by comparison!)
Meanwhile, I felt Darius think about going from spinning to bolting, and I decided to jump off to avoid leaving Christian stranded with a worried Guinness. In the process of kicking my feet free, my left foot ended up getting stuck in the stirrup. So, I slow-fell onto my butt into the soft wet gravel.
It honestly didn't even hurt.
Darius bolted all of 10 yards, before remembering that I'm the nice lady with the treats. He turned right around to be caught.
We ended up walking to the top of the hill, where I got back on. As soon as I got into the saddle, I realized there was a problem.
Guys. My pants were full of gravel.
I did the only thing you can do in such a situation: I rode the two and half miles back to the barn with gravel down my pants.
And that's the story of how I had to take my breeches off on the back porch. You're welcome.
No pictures of the gravel in my pants (sorry?), but I did snap some photos from the ride. Enjoy!
|Yes. My husband is flipping me off here for taking his photo, but isn't my horse ADORABLE?!|
|Happy Pig takes big huge walk steps! (And yet still forges...)|
|It makes me happy to see my horse so happy. |
Don't lie. You think this looks fun, too. Maybe not Gravel Down Your Pants fun, but still.