Actually I avoided them...and the people and enjoyed more remote trails in the park.
I planned ahead a few days before and got a park pass that is required on the weekends and holidays.
Then I took my horse trailer to get air in the tires. They were down 30lbs. Shows how much I use my trailer...NOT...
The darn air pump only let me fill them to just under 55 psi. They need 65. Oh well, light load, drive slow, 55 will have to be for now. I wasn't going to cancel myself!
IT was a spectacular day! Nevel made life easy by walking right onto the trailer and delving into some fresh hay.
Swaths of Poppies
And plenty of trails to choose from.
Nevel stood nicely to have his Cavallos put on. But did not stand nicely to be mounted.
He was quite a pill really and kept hollering for a young and brash bay Arabian that had parked next to us and was difficult to handle as his owner and another gray arab went up the trail.
Crop in hand and plenty of circling I managed to finally get on...
and had to rest for 5 min! he literally wore me out with his yanking around and hollering.
This pic a bit blurry with Nevel Hollering for a now non-existent bay.
Fluffy blue clouds, green grass, a 67 degree breeze and gazillions of flowers. YES it was GLORIOUS.
Not too far down a trail we met the HORSE EATING BRIDGE with running water under it.
Nevel had caught sight of the Bay by this time and was aiming to catch up...until he saw the bridge...
Then it was ALL over for HIM!...he Jammed on the brakes, shivered and whirled.
It took all I could muster to get this tank turned around.
He whirled, he backed, whirled, backed at least 15 feet up trail before I got him turned around again.
I got off and walked him across the bridge...we turned around and did it again...and again...
at the second bridge which is the above pictured, he was alert but managed to sniff the bridge with me on his back...then daintily crossed.
By the third bridge he was cautious but crossed without nudging.
The return trip...that first bridge he was frightened of...he tried to whirl again from the other side...but he made it and we both lived!
I planned on going 15 miles but the boots aren't broken in well enough and he started limping on gravel. He ended up with pretty pink, but no blistered skin from the boot. So we did 10 miles and called it a day.
However decided that munching lush grass
and watching an endurance horse condition was more fun then going home.
More Clover and yellow flowers.
When I finally tore him away from the grass he walked to the trailer, looked at me and said:
"My trailer? yep! LETS GO HOME." He hopped aboard and home we went. What a good boy!