This was first published July 1, 2016. Oh, to have this “problem” today!
Have you ever been in wet jeans? I mean like, “jump-in-a-swimming-pool” wet? Have you tried to peel them down your legs, or pull them back up? Then, have you tried to move? Like, bend your knees… think… getting on a horse in wet jeans. Think “Wet Saddle”. Think “having to get off your horse to pee in the middle of a rainstorm and then get back on your rain wet saddle and keep riding”.
That was my life this afternoon! Sorry for the imagery, but, hey, it caused Tess and I some hilarity in the middle of a downpour.
We moved our yearling heifers up the mountain… scattered showers predicted. We spent the morning sweating, but I had my sweatshirt along anyway. As soon as they were unloaded from the trucks, it started raining. And thundering.
When we finally decided this wasn’t going to be a quick shower and pass us by, we took off.
Across the flat sagebrush… on top of the Big Horn Mountains. Not where I really want to be with lightning cruising around above our heads.
Then, down. Into fir and aspens. Clouds rolling by us.
My sweatshirt so soggy, the sleeves are hanging past my fingertips. Water dripping off my baseball cap. Leather reins sticking to each other and not sliding like expected. Branches dripping more water on me as I ride by. My camera too wet to focus. Steam rising from the backs of the heifers.
Finally, we reached our destination.
We dropped them and long trotted back to the pickup and horsetrailer. Our adventure wasn’t over yet as we had a couple of miles to go on rain slick, muddy, greasy roads. Brandon did well and we made it to the gravel, with only two really bad hills (now rutted) along the way.
It was a Water World Adventure and we were definitely in the Splash Zone!
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