Calamity Jane
Reverend Blue Jeans
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- Sep 19, 2001
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I'm back from vacation. Once we got there, we had an amazing, wonderful time. My horse behaved herself as well as can be expected, and i spent between 6 and 8 hours a day riding. The rest of the time was spent around the campfire drinking, or swimming in the cold river.
We were supposed to leave Friday morning, but the paperwork on my husband's horse hadn't arrived yet, so departure was postponed until it could be faxed from the State Lab on Monday. Lucky for us, we didn't leave then, because on Friday night, my friend called and said she couldn't go. The transmission on the truck she was borrowing had gone out, and she had no way to get there.
So, I left Kansas City about noon on Saturday, and drove to St Louis. Picked up her and her horse, and drove home again. That's a long ass day.
We left Monday morning, loaded up my husband's horse here at home, and drove a mile to the stable where my horse, my best friend's horse, and a horse I was transporting most of the way to our destination were waiting for us. My husband's horse decided that the trailer was HERS and no one alse was getting in there with her. Fine. We unloaded her, loaded my horse, my friend's horse, and re-loaded my husband's horse. I wanted the 4th horse in the back of the trailer, since she was being unloaded between home and our final destination.
The guy who owns this horse promised me that she'd load ok. Liar. My husband's horse (Heidi) was still insisting that no one could come into the trailer behind her. So I'm standing in the trailer, trying to convince this horse that she wants to go in, while heidi kicks at her, and only manages to connect with my knee. Nice.
So, we unloaded heidi again, fought the other horse into the trailer, and re-loaded heidi. Finally, an hour behind schedule, we're on our way.
The trip was pretty uneventful, until we were about 5 miles from the drop off point for the mare I was transporting. Apparently, a cigarette thrown out the window of a moving vehicle can get swept down between the bed and the rear window, causing a fire to start in the hay. I almost wish I had pictures of myself, my husband, and my friend throwing flaming bales of hay onto the highway.
Once the fire was out, and everything had been checked over, we drove on, delivered the horse without incident, and made it to our destination about 8 hours after leaving home.
Thankfully, the trip home was completely uneventful! We took lots of pictures, and as soon as I have prints, I may post some. It's a beautiful area down there.
What did I miss around here?
We were supposed to leave Friday morning, but the paperwork on my husband's horse hadn't arrived yet, so departure was postponed until it could be faxed from the State Lab on Monday. Lucky for us, we didn't leave then, because on Friday night, my friend called and said she couldn't go. The transmission on the truck she was borrowing had gone out, and she had no way to get there.
So, I left Kansas City about noon on Saturday, and drove to St Louis. Picked up her and her horse, and drove home again. That's a long ass day.
We left Monday morning, loaded up my husband's horse here at home, and drove a mile to the stable where my horse, my best friend's horse, and a horse I was transporting most of the way to our destination were waiting for us. My husband's horse decided that the trailer was HERS and no one alse was getting in there with her. Fine. We unloaded her, loaded my horse, my friend's horse, and re-loaded my husband's horse. I wanted the 4th horse in the back of the trailer, since she was being unloaded between home and our final destination.
The guy who owns this horse promised me that she'd load ok. Liar. My husband's horse (Heidi) was still insisting that no one could come into the trailer behind her. So I'm standing in the trailer, trying to convince this horse that she wants to go in, while heidi kicks at her, and only manages to connect with my knee. Nice.
So, we unloaded heidi again, fought the other horse into the trailer, and re-loaded heidi. Finally, an hour behind schedule, we're on our way.
The trip was pretty uneventful, until we were about 5 miles from the drop off point for the mare I was transporting. Apparently, a cigarette thrown out the window of a moving vehicle can get swept down between the bed and the rear window, causing a fire to start in the hay. I almost wish I had pictures of myself, my husband, and my friend throwing flaming bales of hay onto the highway.
Once the fire was out, and everything had been checked over, we drove on, delivered the horse without incident, and made it to our destination about 8 hours after leaving home.
Thankfully, the trip home was completely uneventful! We took lots of pictures, and as soon as I have prints, I may post some. It's a beautiful area down there.
What did I miss around here?
