We ended up going the back way, what we call the Four Corners route because Hrimmi’s feet seemed tender for the newly graded road. The trails, although rutted, are now dried out. It was a wonderful ride, not too hot, not too cold, just right. On the return trip we saw a woman and perhaps her daughter – lord almighty, they were hiking. We talked about the sorry state of the trail situation and then moved on.
Once we got home, I went out for a second ride with Raudi. Pete and I had done six miles – I did three more, going to Grizzly Camp. Raudi was a little pokey on the way out, but nicely forward on the way home. She is now my number one riding horse – much like Tinni used to be in his prime.
I got home, and then Pete suggested that we hike up to the bench. We do not go anywhere, it seems, without an animal. We took Ryder and Tyra and Tinni. It was yet another great outing – we did not see a soul. I am not sure that I’d know what a soul is if I saw one, but I am certain that none were in our neck of the woods.
The question now, is the weather going to be like this tomorrow .If so, more things will be postponed.
I am right now attempting to keep my momentum. If I sit down I won’t get anything else done today. But I must, for there are a few hours of daylight left.
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