The horse show area is in a sad state of disrepair. There is a sign that indicates one of the buildings is The Heavy Horse office, most likely meaning that at one time, the draft horse crowd conducted their show business here. There is also a large fenced in area – the wooden rails of the fence are badly in need of painting – it has dressage markers – the grass has grown up in clumps, through the gravel footing.
There are two blue booths at both ends – on the sides painted in blue are the words “Driving Rings. There’s also an adjacent jumping ring with wooden jumps piled up on the left hand side.
How I’d love to be hired on, so as to spend a summer fixing this place up.
We drove into the main area, two guys were putting up board and batten on the booths in the main exhibit area. Pete was wearing his Oxtoberfest Hoodie – it has a profile of a muskox drinking a stein of beer. The guy, Trent, noticed this and began talking beer with Pete. He said that a local ale is quite good – has a 9.9 alcohol content.
He said sure, we could put the horses in a nearby pen, said that the grass needed to be mowed. We noted it was quite high, waist deep in places. We did not say that we were concerned that this might be too much grass for the horses. Rather, we put them in the pen and walked around the premises. We then discussed the possibility of later putting them in a nearby round pen, one with no grass and gravel footing.
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