In the saddle at just about noon, heading down to a trail in the southwest area of the wilderness on our way to Trailside for a meal. Thought we might have made a wrong turn because we started riding through a sort of neighborhood of private property, and stopped to ask someone where we went wrong, but we were actually okay, just on the road instead of the trail, which came out just about 100 yards further ahead. Took the Streamside Trail counterclockwise, which was really a nice trail, and was really busy relatively speaking, we passed at least four groups of riders along the way. Found a shortcut that the folks we had talked with earlier told us about, unmarked and much less used, but it came out just north of the bridge crossing on Erie Canal Trail, so it did cut some time and travel, which was good because we were already running a bit later than we thought. We picked up Blueberry Trail, which was rockier than we like, and it seemed much longer getting to the turnoff for Trailside. We thought there would be another one coming from the northwest, but it wasn’t so, or at least we didn’t find it. Finally got to Trailside about 3:45, where I go the Reuben and Hubby went for the fish fry (the English just can’t help having fish and chips whenever it’s on the menu, even when the chips are sweet potato fries : -). Before we headed out with our leftovers, we booted up the horses. My gelding had been behaving rather tentatively, didn’t know if it was sore feet or just sore muscles from the amount of work he’d been doing lately (a lot of miles after a three week layoff), but we thought boots might help, and it seemed to as we went along. Headed back out to Blueberry trail and decided the shortest route back would be to go the east route, which would quickly turn northwest and head straight back to camp. Once again we had the two creek crossings. I was afraid they might be higher and faster after the storm last weekend, but they were still slow, though perhaps a bit higher. Hubby got one foot wet, just to check the depth (he said), while I once again pulled my feet up a bit. Love these belly high fords! Didn’t bother the horses a bit, though, and I think the boots helped on the rocks. Managed to make it back at about 7:00, later than we had anticipated, but well before dark, though by the time everyone was settled in, dusk had taken a good hold of the place. A fabulous ride though, we really love this place!
In the saddle at just about noon, heading down to a trail in the southwest area of the wilderness on our way to Trailside for a meal. Thought we might have made a wrong turn because we started riding through a sort of neighborhood of private property, and stopped to ask someone where we went wrong, but we were actually okay, just on the road instead of the trail, which came out just about 100 yards further ahead. Took the Streamside Trail counterclockwise, which was really a nice trail, and was really busy relatively speaking, we passed at least four groups of riders along the way. Found a shortcut that the folks we had talked with earlier told us about, unmarked and much less used, but it came out just north of the bridge crossing on Erie Canal Trail, so it did cut some time and travel, which was good because we were already running a bit later than we thought. We picked up Blueberry Trail, which was rockier than we like, and it seemed much longer getting to the turnoff for Trailside. We thought there would be another one coming from the northwest, but it wasn’t so, or at least we didn’t find it. Finally got to Trailside about 3:45, where I go the Reuben and Hubby went for the fish fry (the English just can’t help having fish and chips whenever it’s on the menu, even when the chips are sweet potato fries : -). Before we headed out with our leftovers, we booted up the horses. My gelding had been behaving rather tentatively, didn’t know if it was sore feet or just sore muscles from the amount of work he’d been doing lately (a lot of miles after a three week layoff), but we thought boots might help, and it seemed to as we went along. Headed back out to Blueberry trail and decided the shortest route back would be to go the east route, which would quickly turn northwest and head straight back to camp. Once again we had the two creek crossings. I was afraid they might be higher and faster after the storm last weekend, but they were still slow, though perhaps a bit higher. Hubby got one foot wet, just to check the depth (he said), while I once again pulled my feet up a bit. Love these belly high fords! Didn’t bother the horses a bit, though, and I think the boots helped on the rocks. Managed to make it back at about 7:00, later than we had anticipated, but well before dark, though by the time everyone was settled in, dusk had taken a good hold of the place. A fabulous ride though, we really love this place!
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