|Rest stop on the Norman Mill Trail|
The horses were in a lollygag mood, a contest of who could go slower. Rolex seemed content to let Harley lead, then they swapped. Sometimes, they both just stopped. Then it would take a lot of urging and smacking one's leg to get either to walk on. At the speed we were moving, our lazy morning amble might have taken us into next week! We dismounted along the Norman Mill Trail for a pit stop, strip down, and to give our mounts a break. On long rides, I like to walk a bit now and then.
The hardwoods have started to show some color as the leaf buds open. The first blush of spring; pink and rose mingling with pale lime green colored the hills and dappled the sunshine. We spotted egg masses in vernal pools and the first flowers pushing up through the leaf litter; Canada mayflower and marsh marigolds greening up the ground.
A little grass at the summit was their reward, in addition to lots of carrots. Then a pair of cyclists bumped up and over the rocks. Thankfully, our horses are used to running into mountain bikers out there and took it all in stride. Next, a group of hikers with a dog appeared. The dog was very well behaved and didn't even bark! The horses took it all in, but didn't spook. Poor John was having some back pain, so we didn't linger for too long; enough for me to take some pictures and for John to stretch his back and eat lunch.
We decided to walk back down the steep terrain to give the horses and John's back a rest. Even though we had "made the turn for home" both horses, usually eager to go, took their time picking their way over rocks and didn't rush, knocking us to the ground! A good round of pats to both our mounts.
|Rolex's first peak bagged!|
I dislike the road ride home. Too many idiots behind the wheel with no idea what could happen if a horse jumps sideways. I'd love to find a short cut to eliminate the road walk. But we made it back to the Orris Falls trail head with no catastrophes. Harley began grinding his teeth in eagerness to get home. Only home wasn't so calm a place to be...
|Halawa Moon summits again!|
By 8:30, with the fire nearly burned out, and the party-goers leaving, we headed for home, assured all was well. The horses headed down into the field for the night's grazing. After a late evening dinner, we were bushed. I hope our horses had a restful night; I know I slept well.