Be Careful what You Wish For

The winter time is a bit slow for us as the weather sometimes prohibits us from riding as much as we would like to and there just aren’t as many events going on.  This lack of excitement makes for some pretty boring blog posts (or quite interesting ones, as we desperately try to create content that you guys want to read). Well, knowing I had an upcoming post today, I told Sarah that something epic had to happen on our ride this weekend so that I’d have something good to write about.  We decided to ride up to the Mansfield ski hill to watch the skiers thinking if nothing out of the ordinary happened, it would at least make for something different. Little did we know….

It started off innocently enough. After not being able to ride Splash for about a week and half due to weather and my schedule not cooperating, I figured she’d be a little hot to trot (which she was), which lead to a bit of handwalking and ground work until she regained her brain back.  Dealing with anxious horses on footing which was slippery in spots was not something I wanted to be on her back for.

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The cute colourful herd we passed

Luckily up ahead was the massive uphill climb we’d have to do to get to the top of the ski hill. If you have never walked up this hill, you’d still appreciate its steepness if you drove up it.  Both Splash and Bentley were quite eager to get to the top, trotting away furiously.  Splash currently looks like she’s pregnant with twins and this caught up to her about halfway up the hill, where she slowed to a walk and calmly strolled up the rest of the way. When we reached the top, Sarah was chatting away with a driver who had pulled over to the side. As that driver pulled away, another was coming up the hill.

We waited for her to turn the corner into the cute little subdivision before we continued on our adventure.  As Sarah and I are chatting about the conversation between Sarah and the driver, we hear a loud CRASH! We look over and the car that had just turned the corner had rammed her little hatchback into the snow bank. Sarah and I looked at each other trying to figure out what we could do to help. As the driver got out of the car, we rode over and asked if we could call anyone for her.  She said not to worry. This was the second time she had done this today. (Who does that!?)  She had been distracted looking at our horses and just kept turning the wheel.  The nose of the little car was jammed in the snow bank really well and there was no way we were going to be able to push her out.  Once we established everyone was ok and that there wasn’t anything we could do, we continued on our ride.

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My stealthy attempt at getting a picture of the car in the snow

We reached a spot on the hill where we could see the skiers and at first the horses were quite content and interested to watch these human-like things glide by. Eventually Bentley had had enough and we continued on our trek. As we passed by the scene of the earlier accident, there were a number of people with shovels and trucks attempting to help get the car unstuck.  After some groundwork and leaving the excitement behind, Bentley came back to earth and the rest of our ride was pretty uneventful.

Some lovely views and a little boogie around the fields made for a great way to end the ride.  Sarah and I were both excited to see the current baseline of fitness that our horses have despite not really being able to work much this winter.  Long walks in the deep snow have really helped that. The horses are shedding so here’s hoping spring is on the way shortly!

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