Tuesday, March 14, 2017
A Week with Starry D.
A Week with Starry D.
And it was a bust. Not that it was Starry’s fault. It was the fault of the weather.
Kevin had to babysit his grandchildren for the week, and Ellen and I had to babysit Starry. Two days before Kevin left, the farrier replaced Starry’s shoes with snow pads with plain old shoes. Of course that could only mean one thing--snow. Ellen was supposed to ride him on Saturday and Sunday on the trail. Not only was it snowy, but it was so cold that I didn’t ride Cole on the trail, either. March can be like that, sometimes, in Cleveland.
The snow melted and the temperatures improved on Monday, so Ellen and I were able to take him on a lovely ride with Cole. That was our only good ride of the week.
We got rain on Tuesday, and it made the river too high. I was out, by myself, in the evening and took him on the hill. I was going to go three trips, but it started to rain on my second trip up, so we went home early.
I knew the river would still be too high on Wednesday, but I was hoping to do better on the hill. It was an extremely windy afternoon. Honestly, I have never experienced wind like that in my life. It was constant strong winds with gusts up to 60 mph. I took Cole out for a ride, first. We didn’t get very far at all when we came across a pine tree crossing the trail that it didn’t look like we could go around. I thought I might be able to lead Cole under the branch on one end, so I got off. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind came and all the trees were waving. I could hear cracking over my head--and I realized that I shouldn’t even be out there. I turned back. Starry didn’t get ridden at all.
It may be a good thing that I did turn back. There were 3 other trees that had fallen on our trail--including one that was right where I was standing when I turned around. There were others that fell closeby, too. I don’t know if any of them would have fallen when I was riding, but I am glad I wasn’t there to find out.
The following day, my car died, and I wasn’t able to get out to see the horses at all.
Friday was my last chance. It was cold, the river was still a little high but I managed to take Starry up and down the hill three times.
Kevin was back on Saturday to take him on an extremely cold ride, again.
And now there is snow...