rain, rain, go away
May. 12th, 2002 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joflasherGood weekend. Climbing, riding, good food, lots of fun.
Friday night Boy and I were planning to go to the rock gym and climb. We ended up only going for the last hour, or so, because my mom called and I couldn't get away. Still, out of all the 5.7 climbs I've tried, there is still only 2 that are defeating me. One requires at least four more inches of reach than I have. Boy got up on it and everything he tried to show me to do was somewhere near the limits of his reach. Since Boy has an insane wingspan, it didn't do me any good. Guess that's why that climb is named "Step High". Maybe I'll try a 5.8 next week.
Saturday, after a long, slow morning, we went up to the farm. As we were getting ready to get Joe and Magic (the horses we lease) out of the pasture, we noticed one of the mares was really limping. And, of course, it was the complete bitch mare that isn't willing to cooperate with anyone. For the first time ever, though, she picked up her foot for me. Normally getting one of her feet up requires at least 3 people and a chain. She had a three inch fencing nail embedded into her frog (soft part of horse's hoof). Fast forward 1.5 hours while we removed the nail, soaked her foot and bound it, none of which the bitch mare was happy with. Finally got our horses tacked up and went out on the trails. Surprisingly, both of the horses were in a good mood and wanted to go go go. Went trail blazing, which we normally can't do because Magic is a chicken. Rode for quite a while, long enough that my knees almost gave out when I finally hopped down. Maybe next week I'll have Boy ride Magic, then I'll get the fearless, steady horse with the comfy western saddle and he can deal with the bouncy, chicken horse under a hunter saddle.
We were supposed to send the afternoon climbing outside with S and A but we didn't get home until around 4. Instead, they came over and we went to Somerville for burritos, coffee, pool and icecream. Talked about going climbing somewhere near Manchester today but its grey and yucky and calling for rain. Guess I'll spend the day scouring junk yards for new bumpers instead.
Yay, good weekend. Wish the weekdays were as fun
Friday night Boy and I were planning to go to the rock gym and climb. We ended up only going for the last hour, or so, because my mom called and I couldn't get away. Still, out of all the 5.7 climbs I've tried, there is still only 2 that are defeating me. One requires at least four more inches of reach than I have. Boy got up on it and everything he tried to show me to do was somewhere near the limits of his reach. Since Boy has an insane wingspan, it didn't do me any good. Guess that's why that climb is named "Step High". Maybe I'll try a 5.8 next week.
Saturday, after a long, slow morning, we went up to the farm. As we were getting ready to get Joe and Magic (the horses we lease) out of the pasture, we noticed one of the mares was really limping. And, of course, it was the complete bitch mare that isn't willing to cooperate with anyone. For the first time ever, though, she picked up her foot for me. Normally getting one of her feet up requires at least 3 people and a chain. She had a three inch fencing nail embedded into her frog (soft part of horse's hoof). Fast forward 1.5 hours while we removed the nail, soaked her foot and bound it, none of which the bitch mare was happy with. Finally got our horses tacked up and went out on the trails. Surprisingly, both of the horses were in a good mood and wanted to go go go. Went trail blazing, which we normally can't do because Magic is a chicken. Rode for quite a while, long enough that my knees almost gave out when I finally hopped down. Maybe next week I'll have Boy ride Magic, then I'll get the fearless, steady horse with the comfy western saddle and he can deal with the bouncy, chicken horse under a hunter saddle.
We were supposed to send the afternoon climbing outside with S and A but we didn't get home until around 4. Instead, they came over and we went to Somerville for burritos, coffee, pool and icecream. Talked about going climbing somewhere near Manchester today but its grey and yucky and calling for rain. Guess I'll spend the day scouring junk yards for new bumpers instead.
Yay, good weekend. Wish the weekdays were as fun
