Archive for the ‘Riding’ Category
I may not be posting as much as I used to, but there are times that I just have to. Yesterday, for example, when grandson Andrew and great-grandson Weston rode up on Kitty, I was sure I would get a great picture.
Better try it from the other side; the light’s better. Look this way, Weston!
Oh, well. Try again. Look this way, Kitty!
Well, this time I got a good one.
Darn. Weston blinked. Oh, well; maybe next time!
All’s well here; Billy passed his last check up with flying colors. We’re about to enter another heat wave, but the end is in sight now. Many kids are going back to school, and the days are perceptibly shorter. Still, the saying is that fall won’t be here until after the county fair, and that’s almost always been true. Then I’ll get out and about more, and I hope I’ll do more blogging.
I got out for a ride yesterday — me, Kitty, Peaches, and Xena. It’s really hard for me to get out of the house before nine o’clock or so, and during a heat wave it’s nearly impossible to get a ride in. Yesterday, though, wasn’t bad; so we headed out.
I hadn’t been down to the river for several days, so I was surprised to see that it was up. Not only that, there was water flowing downstream. That hasn’t happened for a long time. Apparently the upstream weirs must have been opened. The willows had their feet in the water. (And here’s the usual shot of Kitty’s ears.)
The dogs, of course, were ecstatic.
Farther up the trail, I found some really pretty spots. The large coarse leaves in the foreground, though, belong to cockleburs.
Watching Peaches push through them on the way back from her twelfth swim . . .
. . . I was really glad they were still green.
Coming home, I passed great-grandaughter Liliana hanging out with her pony.
It’s great to be a kid with a horse!
We’re due for our second heat wave of the summer — starting on the official first day of summer, which seems appropriate. They’re forecasting at least ten days over a hundred. We’ll hope they’re wrong.
Marion and I got in one last ride Friday, before the heat sets in, and here are the requisite pictures.
Marion . . .
And me . . .
Xena made it into the picture, but Peaches is still swimming happily in the lovely cool water. It’ll be the last time here for a while, though I’ll still take them down to the stretch of river by our house in the evenings.
I did manage to get in a ride yesterday, and it was thoroughly enjoyable. My boon companion Marion is down with a wrenched knee (I hope you’re better soon, Marion). This was probably the last reasonably cool day for a long, time, so I wanted to get out there. I knew that one of Kitty’s many virtues is that she behaves just as well when she is alone as she does with companions. If you are a trail rider, you know how nice it is to have a horse who will walk home on a loose rein.
First, I passed a neighboring garden, which was looking really good. I liked the sign.
We stuck close to the riverside, as Peaches was along. She took every opportunity to have a dip.
Here’s the obligatory shot through Kitty’s ears.
Help, Mom! The swamp monster has us!
Actually, they were standing in the water, as you can see by the plume of black sediment streaming away. The water is quite green upstream, but not so much by us. Maybe that’s because there’s been water there long enough for it to grow algae; maybe because it’s moving much less than it is downstream.
This was very likely Peaches’ last chance to go along on a ride until fall. She does not take the heat well, even with frequent dips. I’m glad that she had a good time!
Marion and I were back out on the trail today, and it was beautiful. The recent rains have brought on an explosion of plant growth and blossoms. Here’s a wild rose in bloom.
This is a young mesquite, against a background of what I think is yellow rocket. There used to be quite a few mesquites along the river, but they have been gone for years. The rocket, a variety of mustard, is everywhere since the thunderstorms gave it a boost.
This palo verde is in full and glorious bloom.
Close up, it looks like an explosion of yellow.
It was a glorious day, and a great ride.
In other news, grandson Andrew has taken up leatherworking again. He just hasn’t had time for it until lately, but now he’s managing to work it in. Here’s a pair of chaps he made for a friend. I like the scalloped edge; curves are hard!
I’m going to try to post more often; I’ve got a lot of pictures I just haven’t had time to upload and edit. It’s been a great spring!
The weather around here has been just about perfect, and everyone is taking advantage of it. Once more, Marion and I rode out yesterday, just to enjoy the brief Bakersfield green.
We stopped on the way out to look at our recovered truck. It doesn’t look bad, except for its missing drawers. Replacing all of the tools will be expensive, but at least they couldn’t steal the cherry-picker.
I couldn’t resist taking a couple of pictures at my favorite spot on the trail.
We crossed the canal, and rode down the southern bank. One spot seemed so green and wooded that it might have been Ireland. Well, sort of.
I’m not sure what this ferny little plant is, but it can be a stand-in for shamrocks, can’t it?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
It feels really good to choose that title, because there was a real river, with real water, to ride by — if only for the day.
The first thing we noticed was this sign, in the middle of the river. It was too far out to read.
Later we learned that it was a warning to riders that there was going to be a cross-country run on the Preserve this weekend. I’m fairly sure they put up the sign before the water came down. I wonder if they expected the runners to cross the river here. If so, they’re going to have a surprise — at least, if there’s still water.
The dogs, of course, were thrilled to find they could actually swim . At least, Peaches was. Xena always seems less enthusiastic, but follows her buddy. Sometimes.
Here they strike a noble pose, not far from the beaver dam. Can you see the apprehensive heron by the dam? He was watching them closely.
The beavers must have been really surprised. They have a nasty hole in their dam.
We stopped at the “beach”, and Peaches had yet another swim. I didn’t take a picture of all of her swims; she made frequent detours to try out a new spot.
We went back on the higher ground, and found this lonely little lupine. See it? Look closely . . . last year there were many more.
I didn’t want to get any closer for fear of stepping on the Last Lupine. You can see that the grass is already going brown. I’m afraid the predicted showers won’t help it much.
I’ll bet people used to rivers that are always rivers don’t appreciate them half as much as we do ours.