Everything is still mud. I can’t really accomplish anything in the arena with it being so wet so we trail ride along the gravel driveway and fire roads. We can’t do any trotting, but it’s better than nothing.
On Thursday I rode out to the picnic grounds. I found two men having a BBQ at the soaking wet picnic ground in the grey, miserable evening. It wasn’t actually raining at the moment, but everything was wet and the wind was brisk. I have no idea why they thought a picnic bbq would be fun.
Friday, it was pouring rain when I left work so no riding. On Saturday, it was actually not raining for a bit so we ventured to the barn to feed and clean. Our barn is about 2-3 miles away from home as the crow flies and about 5 miles on a windy road, but it seriously exists in an entirely different climate zone. I have left my house in a T-shirt and arrived at the barn to find it freezing cold and wished I’d brought a jacket. It is frequently raining there when it isn’t at home. Once we round a few turns we can usually see if the hills are covered in clouds, but we can’t tell from home. When we go to the barn on Saturday, it was bright and sunshiney and raining. Simultaneously. I’ve never experienced this weather phenomenon until we moved to California.
|Blue skies and rain|
Everything was soaking wet so we just cleaned and fed and went home without riding. The rain also continues to make the horse shopping part of our life difficult., but we did make it out to see a few horses on Sunday. Details to follow.