I'd been planning on meeting them in the park's parking lot (man, that sentence looks really funny, but I can't think of any other way to say it without it being really clunky), but it was absolutely packed with cars. There were like three major kid-and-dog birthday parties and a bunch of random people. I drove into one lot looking for an exit, realized it dead-ended, and backed out of there like it ain't no thang.
Side note: California drivers are just as idiotic as you've heard, guys. I had people DRIVING AROUND ME as I was backing up. Pugs biting my tires. Dads leading toddlers straight behind me. Ugh.
But eventually I got turned around, and down the twisty road to the even twisty-er private driveway, and I found a nice pulloff and unloaded my phenomenal horse and got her ready to ride. I accomplished all of this without any drama. Because we're pros.
Isn't Gino cute?
The pool noodle betrayed me. It's supposed to be nice and visible so I notice the hi-tie's out before I hit a tree. However, I will say that it sacrificed itself to save the precious fiberglass. The hi-tie isn't even scratched.
- stow the tack
- stow the loose junk, like hoofpicks
- stow the buckets and haybag
- tie the horse to the trailer
- stow the hi-tie
- stow the stool
- load the horse
- stow the lead, lock the tack room
- check the horse door one last time