I don't blog much about my rides with Lucy because a) my camera doesn't like trail dust and
b) if you've seen one picture of the open range viewed from the saddle through Lucy's ears, you've seen them all.
But Lucy's former mom, Estella, mentioned last week that she'd love to see more riding posts, so here we go!
No matter how many chores or errands I have to do on the weekend, riding Lucy comes first.
Our Saturday and Sunday rides are sacred, and we don't skip them ever, unless the weather is horrendous,
which it hasn't been since ... maybe last February? When we rode yesterday, it was 64 degrees.
Me: Look, Lucy, your nose is shaped just like that horseshoe. I never noticed that before.
Lucy: Uh oh. It's going to be one of those kind of rides, isn't it?
Sometime during the summer, I started taking my iPod along on our rides.
I know, I know, this probably breaks every trail safety rule ever written, but so be it.
When you're in the saddle for a couple-three hours at a time, it's fun to have something to dance to.
And it's not like I have to worry about listening for 4-wheelers or bicycles coming up behind us.
If there's anything important to hear, Lucy is the first to point it out, and I can remove my headphones to listen.
Me: Hi, Edgar.
Ravens were the only wildlife we saw yesterday. The snakes are in hibernation,
and the pronghorn herds have headed south for the winter.
If we're out for a really long time, I usually dismount at the halfway point and give us each a little break.
Lucy: Break, my ass... You can't fool me. I know why we stopped here.
Me: Sorry, Lucy, I can't help myself.
Me: It looks like we're bringing home a baby burro!
Lucy: You're up there playing shadow puppets when it's an hour past my lunchtime.
Have you no mercy?!
Me: Love your earrings.