|Posted on June 6, 2012 at 8:50 PM|
After yesterday events, this day seemed a little mundane. Actually, I don’t think mundane is the right word. It was a relaxing day for the most part. Not riding the interstate allowed Ursa to come along and all I had to do was to get Ursa and Sierra synced up again, but that only took about a half an hour (getting where they will both respond to the commands without a big fight with me). And it was a great road to ride ~ I saw all of 5 vehicles. Ok, then there were the 2 bicyclists and of course when they were coming down the road there was a mail truck behind them and Ursa was barking (she really does not like bikes)….pretty much the perfect storm. Let me just say, that if a dog is barking there is a good chance they would like to get a hold of you …just sayin’. Oh, and if you ride a bike and see a person on a horse, maybe it would be good to not assume that horses are ok with bikes. You are moving fast, not making sound and wearing a helmet --- think about what that might appear to look like to someone who does not know what it is. It really is a treat when only one blows a cork rather than both of them The two riders decided to hug us rather than the other side of the road and I saw that one coming, so the big brace was being instilled. I stop, lock my legs and lean opposite of Ursa with my arm slightly bent to absorb the impact of her pulling. There have been a few times where she has actually managed to move Sierra and I, this was one of them. Honestly, I still have a hard time believing that they thought coming close to us was the better idea……all said and done there was maybe 6 inches between them and Ursa – Thank Dog, Sierra didn’t freak out….. This was really our only event of the day (Whoo Hoo!!!!).
What was interesting about today was the way we met people. Maybe 3 miles from Drummond we walked past a woman and her dog doing what appeared to be pulling weeds. We waved at one another and a little further on, she was driving home and stopped to ask what journey we were on. When I told her she teared up and said she was a breast cancer survivor. She had asked where I was staying the night and then asked about further on…..she brought out a pamphlet/magazine with the Rocky mountain Horse people listing and said I might find it helpful with different horse people listed in different towns as potential hosts (you simply cannot go wrong with that!). After some directions to my next stop we hugged and said our goodbyes…….after about 45 minutes I saw her again on her way home. She gifted Sierra with some grain this time J (and you can’t say Sierra does not appreciate her grain!).
Under the interstate and into Drummond I rode, past the businesses, children and homes. At the far end of town as I was heading back under the interstate a young man asked if his daughters might pet my horse. He said one of his girls just got done saying she wanted to be a cowgirl when she grew up….how does one resist that?! Oh, have I mentioned that I am pretty sure that many people think I am from Montana??? Sierra loves her attention – she was even a great baby kisser when the train went by (you can’t say I wasn’t concerned about that when I saw the train and gave the young father a heads up – esp. since one of the girls was barefoot. Parting ways I made my way to my hosts place where they were right smack dab in the middle of shearing sheep! I have never seen this done and found it fascinating. The sheep really were under no duress (which actually surprised me) and seemed to feel better with their wool gone. They sorted the wool into black face, white face and smut face. Oh and I learned that if you wear wool that itches it does not necessarily mean that you are allergic to it, but that you are wearing a low grade wool (wool where the hay never came out of the wool. Fascinating……(I love learning new things, and this ride sure has put me in that position more than once…..