all by myself. Enjoying the solitude after all the craziness. Running this ride is fun and chaotic and emotional and exhausting … and great. Wouldn’t be anywhere else, but this little interlude is pure heaven!
High River wouldn’t get us ride in, and everyone at the Peavey Mart was disappointed. Next year I think it will be different. *grin* Dar Olmstead of the High River ag society is a real peach. She (singlehandedly) arranged for our horses to have pens and hay and for the Kinsmen of High River to come make breakfast for us this morning. Then, because that wasn’t enough, she made lunch for all our riders and ground crew. Again, this was singlehandedly. We love Dar!
It started off a miserable looking day, but it has shaped up considerably. Any minute now the sun will come out.
Lunch isn’t ’til 1:30, but I have to get there with the biffy, so gotta run now.
Happy trails. Okotoks … here we come.