Once again we headed out the Mohawk Trail, this time following it all the way down to the same parking/camping area for lunch again, then afterward heading up the other half of the A trail loop that we had missed last time. Our original plane had been to include the D and E loops, but the first part of the ride seemed to take so long we decided it was too late in the day, and we’d have to come back and do those again on another day. Once again, a lovely, varied terrain, still different from other areas of the forest. After leaving our lunch spot, we made a small diversion on the wrong side of the creek, only to return and cross the creek to the right side. One of the few areas where there was water on the trail, but the horses didn’t seem interested in taking a drink. Not long after that, we headed up a long vertical climb under the power lines, all grass but practically straight up for half a mile. The horses took it all in stride, though they did take several breaks along the way. Then it was deep into the woods once again, winding our way from one gorgeous section to the next. At one point, unfortunately, a couple of teen dirt-bikers came up from behind us on two very loud, unmuffled motors. We heard them coming from a long way away, and pulled the horses off the trail to prevent any accidents. The youngsters almost didn’t see us, we had to yell to them before they spotted us. One of them had the good sense to turn his motor off, the other one had to be told, though not before Apollo had to be calmed down. They walked quietly past us, and I told them to go another 50 feet or so before I said they could start up again. By that time, the second kid’s overly large shorts were hanging halfway down his overly large behind, and we had the unpleasant view of an overly large crack that no one should ever be subject to. I know I sound like my parents did, but I really don’t understand these fashions these days. At least I saw the point of a miniskirt in school, I don’t see the point of exposed bra straps and shorts hanging down to the knees, courtesy of no waistband. Oh well, it’s just a sign of the times I suppose. Anyway, not long after that we came up to a road, and while comparing it with the map, the park ranger came by in his truck, and I asked him if motorized vehicles were allowed on the trails in the summer (it’s a snowmobile trail in the winter, but that’s not the same, right?) And he said absolutely not, but I suspect he knew who the kids were. In any event, they were long gone, so there wasn’t much to be done anyway. Other than that, it was a great ride, and it was still a good five hours minus the lunch break. Once again arrived back in camp, tired and hungry, but satisfied at another wonderful day.
Once again we headed out the Mohawk Trail, this time following it all the way down to the same parking/camping area for lunch again, then afterward heading up the other half of the A trail loop that we had missed last time. Our original plane had been to include the D and E loops, but the first part of the ride seemed to take so long we decided it was too late in the day, and we’d have to come back and do those again on another day. Once again, a lovely, varied terrain, still different from other areas of the forest. After leaving our lunch spot, we made a small diversion on the wrong side of the creek, only to return and cross the creek to the right side. One of the few areas where there was water on the trail, but the horses didn’t seem interested in taking a drink. Not long after that, we headed up a long vertical climb under the power lines, all grass but practically straight up for half a mile. The horses took it all in stride, though they did take several breaks along the way. Then it was deep into the woods once again, winding our way from one gorgeous section to the next. At one point, unfortunately, a couple of teen dirt-bikers came up from behind us on two very loud, unmuffled motors. We heard them coming from a long way away, and pulled the horses off the trail to prevent any accidents. The youngsters almost didn’t see us, we had to yell to them before they spotted us. One of them had the good sense to turn his motor off, the other one had to be told, though not before Apollo had to be calmed down. They walked quietly past us, and I told them to go another 50 feet or so before I said they could start up again. By that time, the second kid’s overly large shorts were hanging halfway down his overly large behind, and we had the unpleasant view of an overly large crack that no one should ever be subject to. I know I sound like my parents did, but I really don’t understand these fashions these days. At least I saw the point of a miniskirt in school, I don’t see the point of exposed bra straps and shorts hanging down to the knees, courtesy of no waistband. Oh well, it’s just a sign of the times I suppose. Anyway, not long after that we came up to a road, and while comparing it with the map, the park ranger came by in his truck, and I asked him if motorized vehicles were allowed on the trails in the summer (it’s a snowmobile trail in the winter, but that’s not the same, right?) And he said absolutely not, but I suspect he knew who the kids were. In any event, they were long gone, so there wasn’t much to be done anyway. Other than that, it was a great ride, and it was still a good five hours minus the lunch break. Once again arrived back in camp, tired and hungry, but satisfied at another wonderful day.
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