Did I mention it was supposed to rain on our glorious mom and me horse camp trip? I think I did. And I'm here to report that mother nature kept her promise - it poured.
It poured when we loaded up, it poured when we unpacked. It poured during our meals, the rain woke me up in the night. It poured, it poured, it poured. But we had a great time.
I survived staying in a cabin with eleven 9-13 year old girls with another beleaguered mom. (Our leader 'mysteriously' volunteered to take the 2 extra girls to another nearly empty cabin. She's brilliant folks.)
We took an archery lesson.
But the best part was riding. It's been years since I've been on a horse; I have to admit I was pretty nervous climbing up on Alex. We tromped through the mud, deep into the woods covered in a blanket of moss. The fog hadn't completely lifted, and for the first time all weekend, a hush came over the troop. I longed for my camera, but settled for staying in that moment, in the silence and the quiet rain.
It was worth developing webbed toes.
[Hey all. I'm having a 'procedure' tomorrow morning on my esophagus - part diagnostic and hopefully therapeutic too. Maybe a biospy. I've been assured that I will be properly wiped out on pain meds and a sedative, so I might lean on some earlier posts - back when only a teeny, tiny handful of people read my blog - to fill in for the next day or two. Or maybe I'll wing it, doped up. I'm also in the market for any prayers and positive thoughts you may feel like sending my way. Thank you, kindly.]
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