I got a late start on Friday, because BART wasn't running. I knew traffic would be even more horrendously fucked than usual, so I hung out at home til 10 am. By the time I picked up the trailer, then the horse, then drove out to Briones Reservoir and got saddled up, it was noon. There's a 13 or 14 mile loop around the lake, which was just perfect for my plans, and I figured I'd be back at the trailer by 3 at the latest.
We'd had a huge windstorm over Thursday night. I commented to G that it was "Reno windy" outside, but our power didn't go out so I didn't really pay much attention. It was still windy on Friday, but two and a half years in Nevada means that I don't pay much attention to wind anymore. If it's gusting more than 60 mph, I won't ride, because that's hard enough to knock you out of the saddle if you're off balance, but any less wind than that is just "windy."
The sign-in sheet warned that the reservoir closes at sundown, and that they'd ticket your dumb ass if you were there after dark. Fair enough! I signed us out, mounted, and rode down to where the loop trail (another pdf) T'd off. I looked left, looked right, shrugged, and turned left. We'd go counterclockwise, keeping the lake on our right, and in about three hours we'd be back at the trailer.
It was really, really pretty.
We went back. It wasn't much of a choice, really. The sun sets about 5 at this time of year, so we had three hours to get 12 miles back to the trailer - more than enough time, even if we walked most of the way.
Dixie will go off-road just fine, but there just wasn't anywhere to take her on that section of trail. It was too steep and wooded on the left, and too steep and lake-y on the right. I haven't driven all of Bear Creek Road, but what I had seen was twisty two-lane road with no shoulder, and that's entirely too dangerous for the situation we were in. Calling anyone for help would've left us standing around til after dark, and leaving her tied or in a cattle pen and hiking to the trailer would've also left her standing around (alone, poor thing) until after dark. So the best choice was heading back the way we came!
Dixie thought it was all bullshit. It wasn't an endurance ride, because there were no other horses or hay or carrots. This was clearly all my fault, but she sighed and carried me back the way we'd come.
I was pretty disgusted by the day's turn of events, too, and I quit taking pictures on the way home. Except this one - if you click to embiggen, you can see the Bay between the closer (East Bay) hills and the further-away (North Bay) hills.
We've been talking about jogging with horses in the Rider Fit Facebook group, and one of the members said that she's jogged with her horse loose behind her. "Damn," I thought, "I bet Dixie would probably just trail along with me, but it's entirely too busy at our park." And then two days later I found myself in a deserted park, with fences and gates keeping her from running seriously away from me, and I just did it. I hooked the reins to the pommel, hollered "ok let's go!" and took off without her. Dixie trailed along behind me as I slogged up and down the hills, doing about like I expected her to do: she didn't run off without me, because she's inherently lazy, and she didn't let me run away without her, because she likes me ok. It was just fine.
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I insisted on constant forward motion on the way back. We walked the steep bits and "trotted" (gaited) everything else, and the miles actually flew by pretty fast. Neither of us was very excited about our bonus miles, but we got it done and made it back to the trailer at 4:33.
Dixie was like, "thank god, there's food." And, honestly, I was also like, "thank god, there's food." I'd actually bought a powerbar and a gatorade that morning, just on the off chance I'd be slightly peckish after an easy three hour ride. I brought water on the trail, of course, but I'd left the food at the trailer and I was very, very glad to see it that afternoon.