One fellow turned away and would not look at me. The other one responded to my questions by being defensive and vague. I made no headway. But as I later told Pete, perhaps I was the first to ever suggest to him that bikers, hikers, and horseback riders could not safely use these trails. You just never know.
Then this evening, as I was walking Tyra and Shadow up the Jim’s road trail, a fellow on a motorcycle came fast around a blind turn, nearly resulting a head on collision. I body slammed Tyra off the trail. After I then got back on the trail, a second motorcyclist followed and I again pushed dog and pony off the trail. I then got back on the trail. A woman driving a swamp buggy kind of thing followed the other two. Again, I body slammed Tyra off the trail. She passed, smiling and waving.
This was as scary as the time I was riding Raudi and the snowmobilers converged on us from both directions. I am glad that I was walking Tyra and not on her. I was also glad that I had a very level-headed horse in hand.
I don’t know what to do about any of this. I think that I am going to begin documenting what’s going on. I’m going to take photos of the large vehicles on the trails, and the rutted trails themselves, from the back of the horses. I am going to call this “A Horses’ Perspective.”
Sad to say, those who think like I do don’t believe anything can be done. If they spent as much time on the trails as I do, they might think differently. The whole matter is in my foreground and is in their background.
On the positive side of things – I feel safer once I get onto the trails we put in. It was just so lovely, riding Hrimmi down Pete’s trail, and riding Raudi up and down Pete’s trail. I then felt removed from all the hoo hah, although I could still hear the machines and also some gunfire.
Enough said. Could be a long weekend around here.
Next: 155. 6/5/21: Kindred Spirits