If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.
Awareness of the outside world. Life hack. Discovered I can use an earpiece of my glasses to scratch under my mask. No removing. No touching. #joysofgettingolder
Went down to Wind Creek State Park to check out the horse trails. One of us thinks it’s a fantasy to imagine these two as hardy trail horses. The other one is
delusional outrageously optimistic. Ah well, it was a nice day to hike with the dog.
This we could do. Turns out, it was a cut-off road.
How many ways can you say Nope? For hiking? Lovely trail. Well-maintained, well-marked. For horses? For our horses? No to the power of no.
On the map handed out at the door, all of the trails were marked multi-use. This horse sign was at the trail head. So, clearly they expected horses here. Maybe some horses. Not ours. It got way steeper than pictured. I had stopped taking photos by the time we got to the gnarly bits. Not quite Snowy River. Definitely Sleety Creek.
Later, online, the same map had a different legend. Those two trails over there were marked for horses. The one we went on was marked for hiking. We felt a bit better. At some point we may go back to check out the horse trails.
The dog was a trooper.
Stay safe. Stay sane.