In Alberta, there are more horse – related accidents than there are motor vehicle related accidents. That little piece of info freaked me right out! But what freaks me out more is that I am now one of these statistics!
It happened 1 week ago Saturday. We harnessed up our Fjord’s and took them out for a 1 mile trek to our neighbour’s place. My horses were perfect gentlemen. We visited the neighbours for a bit, got back in the wagon and came home. Again my Fjords were perfect.
Coming back up the drive, as we passed the forest, my hubby and I smelled something dead so I stopped the team and he jumped out to investigate. The Fjords were standing calmly, except that Bror was scratching his head against Troll’s head. That’s when it happened.
Bror’s bit caught Troll’s bridle and pulled it off his ears. That made Troll a bit antsy. I saw this and started to get out, but wasn’t quick enough. The boys started to move…and then they REALLY hit it. We were probably doing 60 km/hr and I had no reins!
I honestly thought that I was going to die that day.
We careened through the yard and they drove into the tiniest little cubby of space where they ran directly into the side of an out building. We went from 60 km/hr to zero in a split second. Of course, this meant that all the energy was transferred through my body and I was thrown from the wagon.
Fortunately, Bror and Troll are fine. What extraordinary boys they are! They calmed down immediately upon hitting the wall and just stood there.
Me? I didn’t fare so well. I have 9 broken bones spread throughout my spine, pelvis, and left leg. Apparently I will be a tourist at Chateau Glenrose (rehabilitation clinic) for somewhere between 2 and 3 months.
Is the trail ride kaput? No way! You don’t need me in order to have a lot of fun & do a lot of good for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. Wagons Ho!!
I’ll be with you in spirit, my friends, but my son will be with you on the trail.
Keep up the good work … and keep those pledges rolling in!
Jane Hurl (still the trail boss!)
The above was transcribed from a hand written note from Jane by her son Rusty.