It’s not about If, it’s about When.
First real injury by the young horse.
Ignoring the blue toe, the rope burn, the tweaked shoulder. Minor day-to-day stuff.
This time stuck indoors with a really bad head and neck. And I wasn’t even on. Something about an electric fence, horse, and me in between.
She flung me up through the air, hard onto the ground. All I could think right after was, – “Wow, that was some real horsepower.”
Valiosa, coming up snorting and prancing around the lump sitting on the ground.
A bit of a break in the routine.
In the meantime, I have my crew step in to help.
From Sunday’s lake bottom hike at the dried out Folsom Lake. That bridge faintly sticking up in the background, usually many feet under water.
Still holding out for the dressage show this weekend…