|Yep, my horse is basically camouflage these days - white with black and blue just like the world around here.|
After our latest snow event, which closed schools yet again (three times in 6 days!) and dumped 20+ inches up on Spirit Mountain where the horses live, Saturday dawned crystal clear (and in the low teens - also setting a record for coldest low for the date), but with promise to be the best day of the month so far. It did not disappoint, and by afternoon was just above freezing (15 to 20 degrees cooler than normal) with brilliant sunshine in a blue, blue sky and hardly any breeze. Of course we went riding - though truthfully whether we would be able to ride crossed my mind. This April snow is not the dry, fluffy winter variety. It is soft, heavy, dense, and water-logged. It is the consistency of mashed potatoes. As soon as it is compressed, it becomes slush. It may be less difficult to get through than deep mud, but it is not an easy footing to work with.
|Between the winds and the sunshine on the exposed overlook, it is the only place with a little road showing through.|
|J. and Ranna, D. and Windsor, C. and Cricket making an Arab train - none of the horses wanted to get out of line and have to break their own trail.|
|The crew taking a break (right before Rhio decides it's time to go home.)|