Like just about everyone else, I rely on lights in order to ride after work during the week. Given the amazing days off work lately (thanks, municipality), I've been able to ride more when the sun is actually out. This means hitting the trails.
|This is actually the scariest part, because the neighbors shoot guns on the left.|
Unlike everyone else, this El Nino crap has meant that when I'm riding, it's like 80°+. I know you snow-bound and flooded people think that sounds marvelous, but our damn hairy horses are sweating. And the bugs. Roar.
|Before petty things like selfies with horse butt were sacrificed to devote hands to swatting insects.|
It's also been a little wet around, so one day I took Archie on a different part of the dirt road. To make it the slightest bit exciting, we cut across a field and looped back to the dirt road. This required my old man to walk through four dry ditches (mostly, at least). Just as I was marveling that he seemed to understand the necessity of taking it easy on himself and not jumping, he did a little airs above ground to celebrate crossing the fourth ditch.
|I think that's fourth ditch that he's staring at? Fourth ditch is obviously the best ditch.|
|Stealth tractor is obviously horrifying.|
|Ignore the protruding hip/butt.|