|Not quite unbroken snow, as two someones had been walking here before us. But truly enticing, nonetheless.|
After encountering a camouflaged (buried slightly under freshly disturbed dirt) coyote trap right along the trail - thank goodness M. told me what it was - I'll be a little more careful in guiding my horses around anything that looks like that in the future. (The trapper is on their land with permission, by the way. So no concern there, but it is nice to know where the traps are so I can stay away, and certainly not take Kelso out there with me.) Red was more than happy to show Twister the way to go about the business of getting down the trail, and the inch or two of snow from Thursday night just made for a delightfully quiet, soft ride. We got the occasional dump of snow in our laps from overhanging branches, but mostly it was really quite lovely to ride in. I'm not sure how I feel about day two of snow this early in the season (really, it should just melt this time of year), but it was pretty.
We did a little exploring along the way, generally covering the trails I've become familiar with in my solo outings. After a few hours, and with swiftly approaching full-numbness in my toes, we opted for an excursion to town. The trails connect to the town park, and just a bit down the road from there is a friendly little local bar. This IS Wisconsin, after all! This bar conveniently has a hitching rail, and we took ourselves inside for a beer (and, yes, to use the ladies room, and thaw out our appendages.) The presence of horses outside the door lured about 1/3 of the bar patrons out for a look-see (and a few asked permission to go pet them, and feed them sugar lumps.)
|At the hitching rail|
|Rhio waits for his brother to return.|
|Cutie pie knows I've got his supper.|