Today, Harley's hock was still a little puffy, but he didn't appear lame. Still, another day off would be for the best. Heck, it wasn't like we were missing out on any stellar riding! The snow is frozen and crusty, the wind blew steadily up the hill, and the temperature was only going to continue to drop. By now, it was coming up on 4:00 p.m. Ruffy must have wacked he knee--she was lame, Gator is gimpy due to age, and Vance, well firstly, we don't know if he's ever been broke to saddle coming from a trotter track, and secondly, he's got ankles the size of coconuts, although he's still got a good trot in him! So there we were: 5 horses, and Rolex the only sound one. So we groomed them within an inch of their life, until they couldn't stand our fussing anymore. By then, it was getting colder and darker--time for dinner boys and girls.
To expedite things in the morning, John decided to distribute the hay tonight, and while he was at it, do his Ethan Frome imitation. Here he is, heading down the slope before it tipped over:
|Cold night coming our way|