Vacation Part 2, and Human Kindness Saves the Day

On our second day at Heyburn we chose to ride some trails that were more level. Sawyer gets tired. Heck, I get tired of going straight up and down.

We had several creek crossings. Scout sure does love water.

At one point our trail on the other side of the creek was blocked by a downed tree. It looked like maybe there was a trail if we crossed under the bridge. It was a big leap of faith for Sawyer.

He had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the shadow under the bridge, and when they did, he thought the boulders under there were monsters!

He made it through for me though, boots deep on a tall horse! What a guy.

Scout plowed through like a cruise ship when it was his turn.

It turns out there was no trail. I had to make one and I bumped into some stinging nettle on just one finger in the process. I should have rinsed it off right away but it didn't seem that bad. That night it was blistered and the next day it itched like crazy up past my wrist.

We had a day of rest the next day, and good thing too because I spent the entire day in bed with a migraine. None of my drugs really helped. Botox is a wonder treatment but it doesn't stave them off completely.

On Thursday we rode out on an easy trail. A short ride so we could get back and fish with my sister.

Scout would have kept going forever once we got back to his favorite meadow. :)

Fishing gave me another headache - too much heat and light on the water, but we all caught our limits. My sister caught two huge ones!

Today, alas... Today has not gone as planned but it is actually going quite well even with the catastrophic failure of the truck, with the horses in the trailer, in the middle of nowhere with no cell service.

The drain plug (there's probably a real name for it) for the oil popped out of the truck on our way to ride. Happily, it happened right where a very nice man was putting in a new fence post for his corral for his range cattle. Turns out he grows hay on my road, but he also owns this beautiful big piece of property way out here. He saved our bacon. Gave us a corral for the horses, John a ride back to town, and I'm sitting next to a sweetly babbling creek in the glorious shade typing this note for future insertion into my blog.

Could a disaster be much better? Now we just need the truck to start back up and function fine.

I could even go for a nice ride while I wait. There's a trail to Bald Mountain from here, the nice man said.

Now it's the next day, and this blog entry is getting super duper long, I know. The truck did start right up, and we did have a nice ride.