Once again, all good intentions didn’t get us out of the campground before 11:00, so we left hoping (in vain, as it turned out) that the other trail had more shade than Friday’s trail did. No such luck. Once again, we were in the blazing sun most of the way. The horses were still a bit antsy, and at one point they must have smelled a bear or something, they stopped short and tried to wheel around and run away, but we finally settled them down enough to carry on. They had done the same thing once on the last ride, too, not surprising since this is bear country. We did manage to get in some lovely trots and a few canters, with Hubby especially please with himself for getting his mare into a very nice rocking lope for an extended while. That section of trail was only three miles, so we were back on the road to the campground in no time, but we were sweating again like crazy. We decided to go down to the Barren Fork Cemetary, the last remnants of the mining town that thrived here from 1880’s until union strikes in the 1930’s put it out of business. The cemetary dates back to the 1850’s, with some "residents" having been born in the very early 1800’s. Hard to imagine just how much life has changed since then. Anyway, we tied the horses under a shady tree and meandered around for a bit, before finally heading back to the campground. Despite forecasts for rain, there still wasn’t a cloud in the sky when we got back about 1:00, and the heat was incredible. It started to cloud up around 4:00, so, we covered the hay and put up the awning, hoping for a great squall that would bring the temperature down to something sleepable.
Once again, all good intentions didn’t get us out of the campground before 11:00, so we left hoping (in vain, as it turned out) that the other trail had more shade than Friday’s trail did. No such luck. Once again, we were in the blazing sun most of the way. The horses were still a bit antsy, and at one point they must have smelled a bear or something, they stopped short and tried to wheel around and run away, but we finally settled them down enough to carry on. They had done the same thing once on the last ride, too, not surprising since this is bear country. We did manage to get in some lovely trots and a few canters, with Hubby especially please with himself for getting his mare into a very nice rocking lope for an extended while. That section of trail was only three miles, so we were back on the road to the campground in no time, but we were sweating again like crazy. We decided to go down to the Barren Fork Cemetary, the last remnants of the mining town that thrived here from 1880’s until union strikes in the 1930’s put it out of business. The cemetary dates back to the 1850’s, with some "residents" having been born in the very early 1800’s. Hard to imagine just how much life has changed since then. Anyway, we tied the horses under a shady tree and meandered around for a bit, before finally heading back to the campground. Despite forecasts for rain, there still wasn’t a cloud in the sky when we got back about 1:00, and the heat was incredible. It started to cloud up around 4:00, so, we covered the hay and put up the awning, hoping for a great squall that would bring the temperature down to something sleepable.
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