It’s Spring in Davis, and that always means one thing: WIND. The Spring winds are awful and persistent and awful. Last week it was gray and windy, and this week it is hot as balls and windy, but sandwiched in the middle there were a couple of days of beautiful, 72* weather and no wind. So friends and I took advantage and hauled out for a hack.
Our journey wasn’t without drama. Murray decided that post-Twin he was never getting in a horse trailer again, or something like that. The trailer we used for that 5 hour haul was on the small side, and Murray and his big ego don’t do small-horse trailers, I guess. On the way home he flat out wouldn’t get into the second spot (which is actually bigger, but appears smaller and harder to get in to), and only got in to the first spot after my trainer took a hold of him. I was a little worried about it on Thursday, but since we were using a different trailer that Murray likes (normally), I tried to play it off like I was super cool. Alas, Murray wasn’t buying it, and would get two front feet on and then pause and wildly back up when I asked him to come forward. I’m not really willing to let him slam his head on the top of the trailer, so I’d let him. He was so not on board with the trailering game that he wouldn’t even eat a carrot out of my hand, which is pretty clearly not a happy Murray state to be in.
Eventually my barn manager got him on, but not after standing for about five minutes with his hind feet out of the trailer, stretching his neck as far forward as possible to be with her, little toes pointed. I can’t remember exactly what precipitated it, but eventually he bunny-hopped his little feetsies into the trailer and off we went.
We joined a friend at WSS, and the three of us cruised all over the property. Murray is always pretty good in groups on trail, as long as nothing too exciting is happening. Too exciting is defined as a gait above a sedate walk, or doing anything other than eating grass when other horses are achieving said gaits. That was awesome for my friends, as their ponies needed a little mellowing out away from “home” (though she boards there, my friend’s horse is not totally comfortable in the wide open spaces just yet). In his own way, Murray was a great teacher for this. Want to trot? Eat some grass. Worried? Eat some grass. Don’t know where you’re going? Eat some grass. Feeling a little queasy by the vast expanse of the unknown and your sudden realization of your own miniscule existence in the universe? Eat some grass.
We walked all over the cross country course, and would have gone through the water were there any. We even cruised over toward a many-mile (I think like 12 miles?) perimeter trail that goes around several neighboring properties and is part of an easement agreement between all the owners. I would be totally game for that trail some time, just maybe not on a weekday when I have work to get to at home.
We cruised for nearly two hours, and were probably past due to head home, really. Though we did nothing but walk, I felt like it was a good notch in Murray’s fitness belt, since the terrain undulated gently, in addition to a couple of nice hills. Plus, how often do I walk my horse around for more than ten minutes, even?
I would like to do more hacking out this year, and add in some trot and canter sets. I think I can find a mile long track on the perimeter to canter, which would be a fantastic fitness exercise. But we will see – real life and real jobs have a habit of getting in the way of these things.