We met them at the horsey club grounds, where extensive tree clearing is underway. A few campers are having their holiday here, too.
We chose a route that would be interesting and give several chances for extended speed. Their horses are a Morgan/Thoroughbred cross. Their trot translates to KC's canter. KC was amped and when allowed to canter he threw in a buck or two. Also, reverting back to his childhood; while going over logs at ground level at the trot he clears them by easily three feet. This is extremely hard on me and seems to be a source of delight and amazement for anyone that sees it. "He should be a show jumper!" No, really, no.
We were trying to time our arrival at the Woodstock Inn to take advantage of the '$10 Bucket of Domestic Beer' special so planning the route and the speed were taken into account. We also stopped to let the horses eat grass and chat several times.
The Woodstock Inn was busier than expected, and were just winding down from the Sunday Brunch crowd. One of the $10 buckets we were given five beers instead of four. O boy.
On the way back I found myself leading the group and was feeling very loose. KC had rested enough and resumed his wits about him and was not as juiced. On the stretches that we could I asked for more speed. It was warming up and he was getting warm, too.
After crossing the river Filip took the lead and took off. The rest of us in hot pursuit. KC didn't want to be left behind and really got strong going around the turns and water breaks, but the last run was so long that he finally eased into not pulling my arms off and I just let him go, trying to control his speed and path, he is strong and fast.
I'm so tired I am literally falling asleep while walking, stumbling around. And a Happy Easter to everyone!
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