Horse Play

We spent the last 2 days at Ranch Shekinah where my honey is working and the rest of us are camping.

Yesterday we spent fellowshipping with others here at the camp.  Many came out to get a taste of farm life.  With the 40 acre farm there were many children catching fish, rowing boats and threatening to push others off the dock.

Some of us sat up on the deck of the missionary quarters discussing scripture, recent projects, family happenings and the like.

Others took long walks on the trails enjoying the wild berries and tall grasses.

My honey and I rode horses with our brood. I am not much for horses, but it’s always a good thing to do with our little peeps. We made one round on the trail, sore backside and all, Oh, have to digress here….I was told by Rachael that since I was in an English saddle I could “post”. Yea, right!  I’m doin’ good to just stay on the horse, much less bob up and down like some professional rider!

I spent most of the time holding on for dear life while this beast of an animal trotted, sideswiped trees, and bent down to get fast food on the run!

By the time we get back, Antionette, the owner of Ranch Shekinah had come out to join our ride.  WELLL…I can’t be showed up, so I decide I must go on another ride!

This time I decide to ride a horse with a Western saddle…you know the kind that have the horn to hold on to!

This horse also had fast food on the mind as he was always catching stray branches to eat on his trot with me.  I spent most of my time slamming my backside in the saddle and reminding myself that this is supposed to be fun!

Well, we came to a spot on the trail that is muddy and the girls up ahead yell to me not to look at the mud because then the horse won’t want to walk through it and will side swipe trees to get around it. Well, that was a little late, cuz all I heard was look at the mud!

C-R-A-C-K! Into the tree I went. Left kneecap is now located on the back of my leg. Searing pain is creeping up my thigh and the horse is now running to get out of the mud and away from the screaming woman on it’s back!

Can we go to the round pen? Can I get off? Can you get me a stretcher!?

Thanks peeps…it was great….we hafta do that again sometime….now where’s my wheelchair?

Horseless Farmhouse Chicks (I like it that way)

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