Friday, May 31, 2013

best laid plans

Everything seemed OK, but I wanted a second opinion, especially since Major's leg was a bit lumpy. The vet quickly looked over Major's leg. He said the wounds are now just superficial, and that the "lumps" around the scars are from the periosteum (a membrane that covers the bone) being impacted. The periosteum really reacts to being whacked, and this is what is does sometimes, grows lumps. He was actually surprised both legs didn't have lumps! I am putting on the expensive cream (Surpass) from Major's splint injury last year, but we're good to go. Yeah!

So we headed out, planning on a good trotting ride. The trails are brown. Or if you're an optimist, they are golden. The only green is the evil poison oak and the evergreen oaks, who thrive in this dry environment. A few gray pines too.

bobcat ahead,  sliding into the brush

Starting out on a nice, quick trotting ride. Headed up the hill and saw a shadow cross the trail. And the shadow paused and looked back. Stopping Major I tried to take a photo of the lovely bobcat as he quietly slipped into the bushes, disturbed by our presence. We kept going, quickly moving on, hoping we didn't disturb his hunting.


My plan was to move quickly, picking up the Pioneer Trail to Rattlesnake Bar. But I got distracted (squirrel!), and took a turn here and there, picked our way over rocks, paused for a view, cantered down the trail to the lake. Overlooking the lake, you can barely make out where our canal trail existed all winter. But small parts are still accessible.

from the upper trail, underwater canal trail below
the water creeping up one of the still open trail sections

Plans forgotten I took the tight, upper trail (the dreaded Rock Trail) and then the first lake access. The trail skirted the water, Major boldly waded right into the lake up to his belly before I stopped him. And then we just stood there, contemplating the view. When I finally cued Major to turn for home he lowered his head and splashed around. We stood another minute, was he going to drink? Cued again…more splashing. OK, fool me twice. I tried again…more splashing. Major thought he had my number, he would just keep playing in the lake. Every time I picked up a rein or gave him leg, he would begin to play. It was pretty hilarious. Guess Major would rather stand in the lake then head on down the trail.

staring into the distance, goofing off

But we headed back, Major decided he now really wanted to go home, at mach 10! I had my hands full asking for better behavior, stopping and backing, finally no silliness, just speed. But we quietly walked back across the staging area where I usually got off. Major paused. Nope, I kept riding, all the way back home, even made him trot the final stretch. Major was not amused. I was (insert evil Mr. Burns "excellent").

golden, and full of burrs and foxtails too

Back home the water monster attacked him. The same horse that not even half an hour before didn't want to leave the lake absolutely hates to get wet with the hose and dances around while getting his after ride bath. But stands quietly for carrot, and trots off twisty head to roll in the dirtiest part of his pasture.

"Best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray." And turn into great rides.


  1. Ha my Half Arabian does the twisty head thing too. :)

    1. Twisty head always makes me laugh. Major thinks he's so badass.

  2. Phew, glad it was best laid plans that turned into great rides, I was afraid you had other best laid plans that had gone south!

    Isn't it just silly how they will play in natural water and then fear the hose monster? Desire has the most extreme hose reaction I've ever seen in one of my horses, especially at almost 17 yrs old. Like wide eyed, trembling, dancing on tiptoes, snorting--every time the hose turns on! And yet she LOVES water on the trail

    1. Glad to know it isn't just Major who is an idiot with water! I am not glad to know that Desire at 17 is still ridiculous about it! You'd think after all the years of baths...

  3. Your "golden" pic. is AWESOME! FRAME-ABLE!
    We hiked down to the lake a few weeks ago-I truly was amazed at how high it had gotten and we had to take the "high" trail home.

    I have decided it might just be safer for me to live riding vicariously through others blogs! : )

    1. You'll be back out there, viewing the world through ears, I know it. I'll show you where I took that photo, it is pretty in every season.

  4. Wow, it's amazing how quickly the magical forest emerald green changed to brown! Still very pretty in its own way.. I agree with Falconfeathers.. the golden pic is excellent. The branch coming across the trail and the backlight of the sun is beautiful!Since I haven't kept up in the last several weeks, I was glad to hear that Major's leg injury is nothing to horrible and that your back riding again. When is your next ride you are preparing for?

    1. Yes, the green is very fleeting here! I know it takes longer in your area, but it lasts!

      My next endurance ride is the end of June, still trying to decide if I want to do two days of 50s.

      But this summer is horse camping, fun riding and more. I can't justify more than 3-4 endurance rides a year when there is so much else I want to do.