Calm, Forward, Straight

Calm, Forward, Straight

Monday, July 18, 2011

At the Barn #46 - The good, the bad and the ugly

In the Arena # 84 - Making do

Guess what showed up at the farmette last week! A cowboy. A real live cowboy. A cow working, colt starting, boot, hat and spur wearing, knows how to use the rope hanging from his saddle horn yes mayam'ing cowboy from a ranch in Wyoming. *sigh*

The real cowboy's kid - a thirteen year old cowgirl - has dreamed of riding horses on the beach for her whole life... this summer they made the dream come true. After stops in South Dakota and Iowa for horse shows and to pick up grandma, they found their way here. Sounds good so far...

Stock photo - not the real cowboy ;)

Background: the woman I bought my property from still owns the land next door. She had to move inland due to health issues, temporarily abandoning her small horse boarding operation. For the past year I have helped her keep the business afloat on this end. Taking bookings, maintaining the facility, sorting the customers out when they get here, often letting them camp on my property. Here's why - although I enjoy meeting the horses (and horse people), I'm planning to put an end to helping with boarding business.

Shortly after the boarder's arrival, we spent three hours in the boiling hot afternoon sun releasing their 25,000 lb converted semi + three horse slant with live-in from a soft spot in the sand where the cowboy had attempted to turn the rig around. We ended up creating a track with lumber that I luckily had laying around. A very labor intensive and sweaty job. (strike one)

And the picnic table I sat on for a few minutes while rehydrating was apparently infested with chiggers. The back of my legs are covered with scores of maddeningly itchy bites. (strike two)

The offending devil bug

At 9:30 that same night, I was well on my way to bed when a series of confusing phone calls ensued. My neighbor down the way from the farm called to tell me that the cowboy's elderly mother was lost in the neighborhood randomly knocking on doors. I tracked her down at another neighbor's house. She wanted to call the police because she was worried about her son and granddaughter not being back from riding. She also had no idea where she was - across the street from my farm, her son's truck, her son's cell phone, (and her son and granddaughter as it turns out). I talked her down, reminding her that the ride takes over two hours which technically gave them another fifteen minutes, and directed her back across the street to her son's truck with the phone and the living quarters where she could wait comfortably. I also wondered how the police could possibly help someone who has no clue where they are.

I then left a message on the cowboy's cell asking that he please call me to let me know he and his daughter had returned safely. I never got a call, so could barely sleep worrying that one of them was injured and they had to spend the night in the woods or worse. Why would you not carry a cell with you on a trail ride in a strange new place when it was likely to be dark before you get back? (strike three)

SO as much as I love sharing our fabulous trail ride to the beach  - I'm done with feeling responsible for people who don't / won't be responsible for themselves, no matter how adorable they are or how cute of an accent they have...

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I took advantage of a beautiful cool day on Saturday to finally get a ride in. Still very very deep footing in our arena. There's a small area that is still somewhat firm, so we stuck to working in that limited space, at a walk. A delightful bareback ride. We worked on moving out, outside rein connection, halts and turns on the forehand. And me being even and balanced, keeping my weight down in my right side, not collapsing my left side. I thought from Val's responses, that I had succeeded in evenness, but the pictures tell a different story. :)

Left leg longer...




 
"Need more cookies - mouth empty!!"




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An update on improvements at the farmette...

My poor grading / tractor man is recovering from double hernia surgery. He'll be out of commission for many weeks, so the new arena is on hold (again). We'll have to work where we can, and pray for rain. On a good note - over the weekend I got the trailer properly electrified. That just leaves bringing in h2o and connecting to the septic and then we're operational. On tap for the next few days - carrying the trailer contents to the dump + the very thorough cleaning. Stay tuned for pix...

16 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...

One, two, three strikes and you're done. You're a good neighbor to help out so much but that was a comedy of errors that involved too much stress and work in hot temps.

Too bad about your arena guy. Glad you got in a ride anyway. Love the picture of Val licking your hand it must have tasted of cookies.

Can't wait to see what you've done with your new living quarters.

Dom said...

Ack, chiggers! That's all I can think about. Ew.

smazourek said...

I can't stop giggling about the "need more cookies, mouth empty" caption.

Fetlock said...

Love the last picture of you both. I've had limited experience with chiggers, but have the same gut-level disgust reaction that I have with ticks. I'm able to pick ticks barehanded now, but took me a while to be able to do that.

Be sure to include some grody "before" pictures of the trailer!

Annette said...

If I ever had thoughts of running a boarding operation (which I don't), you'd have cured me. We have one, great, boarder and that's plenty thank you very much. I love the picture of Val licking your hand (salty sweat?). And those pictures... they never lie. Rats.

Val said...

Val is so gorgeous. I love his long, dark legs!

The boarder story is so ridiculous. You went way above and beyond by relocating the grandmother, chiggers and all. I do not blame you for being finished with it.

Was he a real cowboy or a dress up cowboy?

Carol said...

Too bad about the cowboy family. I can see they wouldn't be fun to have around.
Your bareback riding looks great. Good work.
I'm so glad you're getting your trailer ready. It's going to be great.

Calm, Forward, Straight said...

Val-

A real cowboy. Horse whisperish ;)

His horses were lovely and so well trained. They are working cow horses. He and his daughter rode beautifully.

Melissa-ParadigmFarms said...

You are a GREAT neighbor, too bad our farms are so far apart, we'd make great neighbors for each other.

We've been so busy I'm behind on my blog reading and I just spent a few minutes going through your recent posts. YAY!!! for moving to your farm. How exciting is that!!!????

Corinna said...

great update! sorry to hear about the pesky neighbor business...

val is looking beautiful with her summer coat!

I'm looking forward to getting back into blogging soon- another couple weeks until I'm back from my exam- but Ive enjoyed staying up to date with yours!

best, corinna

Allison said...

Good job on setting your sanity limit! Sorry about the chiggers. My toddlers had them 2ce after fishing when we lived in NC (Raleigh, 1993-1999.) It's nice to catch up on your blog. He's a nice cowboy to bring his Mamma! :-)

Bif said...

Um, wouldn't Washington state have been closer to home than the East Coast? I mean, sure, they were in Iowa, but that's still not exactly next door...

Calm, Forward, Straight said...

Bif -

Agreed. They came east to visit real cowboy's mom...

kiloadventures said...

Great blog - your OTTB is beautiful! Love the outer banks - we vacation there every fall.

allhorsestuff said...

Woo-k that sums up in the help department for all times future! How annoying for you and what a weirdo experience!

Val looked so nice and relaxed, doing nice work! mouth empty-need more treats..hilarious!

achieve1dream said...

I can't wait to see the pictures!

I don't blame you on the boarding thing. Are you even being compensated??? That's ridiculous that they didn't call. So rude!

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