Yesterday was the big one – Writing-On-Stone — and everybody was excited. I had to be mindful that the riders needed to understand that they were going into rattlesnake territory. In fact, the Writing-On-Stone coulees are rattlesnake heaven. The word “infested” comes to mind.
So I’m making my little speech about the snakes, and wouldn’t you know it? One of our riders is ex-military, and apparently when you’re in the military you must always wander around with a snake bite kit! As Mark pointed out, they never use dthe damned things, but he always have to carry one. So on Sunday, we were covered. Mark still had his military issue anti-venom kit.
And away they went.
The scenery down there is out of this world. (Google it. You’ll see. It is amazing.)
Les O’Hara was their guide for the day. Les is a happy-go-lucky, gregarious old soul of 74 years. He knows the history of this area and he has a wicked sense of humour. The riders learned lots and laughed even more.
At one point Roberta (our 73-year-old very accomplished equestrian) fell off her horse again! Only this time she didn’t pop right back up. She lay there with a hurt shoulder. Her husband, Harvey, and our own Ove (Pinksters: that’s Ove Aasen of Provost — big sorrel pinto gelding and a highway tractor) got her up, put a sling on the arm and escorted her back to the trail head. Well, that was the plan anyway.
On the way back, Ove, Harvey and Roberta (who was still up on her horse, hurt shoulder and all) went to cross the Milk River. But they came face to face with a rattlesnake that was sunning itself. It didn’t want to move … and said so in no uncertain terms. Ove’s horse reared up and came backwards … right into Roberta’s horse. Poor Roberta! Her mare got knocked off her feet and went down sideways into the river!
But all’s well that ends well. They made it back to the trail head. Roberta was shaken and sore so she and Harvey decided to head for home (for now). They say they’ve really enjoyed their time on The Pink Trail, so with luck they will be back.
From Writing-On-Stone we moved to Gord Hunter’s acreage by Raymond. It was lovely when we arrived, but we could see the thunderheads forming and, while dinner was cooking, down it came! Torrential. A deluge. Huge winds too. Wow!
And then … the clouds parted, the sun came out and we all had dinner sitting around … in the mud! Ha hahahahaha!
Once dinner was over the thunderheads came back. It was an early night for everybody.
Next stop: the 110,000 acre Knight Ranch.