After confirming that Clio's leg was better but a long way from rideable, we took a drive down to the actual Robbers Cave that this State Park is named after, and my little dog Billy and I climbed up to the cave and around all the rocks. Hubby only went about 100 feet of steep uphill before he sat down with old Marina dog and waited for our return. An interesting rock pile with a famous history of being used by robbers and marauders, with one area used as a "stone corral" for their horses, which even had a hitching post for those who dared to ride out here. Billy enjoyed jumping and sniffing and greeting the many dozens of other people who were climbing the rock with us. After a while we went and found Hubby again, then decided to run down to the stable to see if they had found the missing gray mare yet, but they hadn't. They had a good lead, though, as someone up the road had just been by to tell them they had heard what sounded like a horse in their field, though they didn't keep horses, so there's still hope. Apparently there's a fence around the whole park, but it isn't always secure around the entire perimeter. Nevertheless, I can't imagine she'd go that far from home, it's just not in their nature to go any further than the nearest grass and water hole. While we were there, I asked about hay, and spoke to a guy who said he had just passed a sign with square bales for sale, so we got directions and took a ride down. The hay looked okay, but the barn would be impossible to reach without disconnecting the pickup from the RV, and frankly, that's too much of a hassle. Plus the bales were very heavy, and wrapped with wire as well, which I don't generally like because it makes them hard to handle, and the guy was old and using a cane, obviously disabled, so no help there. We thanked him and headed back to camp, where it wasn't long before we were feeding the animals and settling down for football.
After confirming that Clio's leg was better but a long way from rideable, we took a drive down to the actual Robbers Cave that this State Park is named after, and my little dog Billy and I climbed up to the cave and around all the rocks. Hubby only went about 100 feet of steep uphill before he sat down with old Marina dog and waited for our return. An interesting rock pile with a famous history of being used by robbers and marauders, with one area used as a "stone corral" for their horses, which even had a hitching post for those who dared to ride out here. Billy enjoyed jumping and sniffing and greeting the many dozens of other people who were climbing the rock with us. After a while we went and found Hubby again, then decided to run down to the stable to see if they had found the missing gray mare yet, but they hadn't. They had a good lead, though, as someone up the road had just been by to tell them they had heard what sounded like a horse in their field, though they didn't keep horses, so there's still hope. Apparently there's a fence around the whole park, but it isn't always secure around the entire perimeter. Nevertheless, I can't imagine she'd go that far from home, it's just not in their nature to go any further than the nearest grass and water hole. While we were there, I asked about hay, and spoke to a guy who said he had just passed a sign with square bales for sale, so we got directions and took a ride down. The hay looked okay, but the barn would be impossible to reach without disconnecting the pickup from the RV, and frankly, that's too much of a hassle. Plus the bales were very heavy, and wrapped with wire as well, which I don't generally like because it makes them hard to handle, and the guy was old and using a cane, obviously disabled, so no help there. We thanked him and headed back to camp, where it wasn't long before we were feeding the animals and settling down for football.
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