Pink Moon

Last night the full Moon was so big and bright and PINK, until it got clear of the trees, then it turned a normal buff yellow. Not a cloud in the sky, a perfect early Spring evening.

Earth Day

Spring had a slow start, with snow on the Monday before Easter and more days colder than normal than normal. Consequently blooming trees are also unfurling leaves almost at the same time. The grass is trying to catch up.

Kit!

We had a nice ride in the park, but parked our rig at McKeldin this time. We started out later than expected and saved a good bit of time by parking at the Park headquarters.

We rode on some trails that we haven't been on in some time, criss-crossing some that we had been on recently. Things are really greening up, finally. Very few people in the park, only saw three riders, twice, and they never noticed us.

It was Bike Fest, first of the season, at the Woodstock Inn. He was sure we wouldn't get a beer, let alone fed, but for some reason they really had their act together, and we were there only a short time. There were more bikers out front in the sunshine than inside the restaurant.

On the way back we decided to go through Granite, and into the pipeline and open meadows, going a little faster. KC has been so good in the past month, that I didn't feel I had to hold him back or drag his head back up. Hopefully he has outgrown his 'bucking' stage. I ain't getting any younger.

We saw a lone deer on the pipeline and Tom wanted to chase it off the path, but he didn't and all of us stood there, eating the new grass.

I always ride 'ahead,' looking left and right and forward for any thing moving that could potentially spook KC. Winding our way down to the path, seeing no one, not even a bicyclist, we sped up where the terrain allowed, and on the flat opened up a little through the slalom-type track. Changing leads has always been difficult for KC, he is definitely right-handed. Some of the corners were muddy, slippery, but mostly dry and solid. Always looking ahead.

That's when I saw the red fox running from us, to the left and up the steep incline, away from the flat flood plain. I wanted to see where she went, if she stopped to watch us pass. I pulled up level with her trajectory, to see how far she would travel or if she stopped to watch us.

As I was stopping (it takes KC a couple strides to come to a stand-still) I thought I heard our echo in a downed tree root ball. We stopped and I heard it again, which could not be an echo because we were now quiet, stopped. Inside the uprooted tree, which created its own crater, was a dug-out burrow, and I saw a small rodent-like creature, making a weird squeaking noise.

A stubby tail, a smooshed-in face, grey fuzzy ball of squeak was trying to climb out of the root crater. At first I thought we had disrupted the fox's meal procurement, but then realized it was a baby! OMG! how cute is that! Closer look revealed it looked more like a Pomeranian pup.

This And That - Mid-April

All week we've been doing this and that: Applying another coat of paint to the laundry room, he mowed the lawn, spread manure, and used the tractor to cut the blooming weeds on the PEPCO right-of-way. We didn't pay thousands of dollars on store-bought grass seed to have it infested with weeds, right?

The oil-base paint in the laundry room takes so long to dry and the odor to dissipate, but it is coming together and will be completed over the coming weekend. I also need to re-paint the dining room ceiling and some newly-installed moulding in the rear hallway.

We are also enjoying (NOT) an invasion of Stinkbugs. Both dogs like eating them. Ugh.

A Walk In The Park

We had a very nice ride, on a delightful spring day! Not as many folks out as last weekend, though the temps were mild and everything was blooming. The leaves were morphing as we rode beneath them.

As we sat in the window at the Woodstock, with the boys tied to the hitching post out front, we saw several people visit them. One young lady approached KC while her boyfriend watched from a safe distance. Young brave (allegedly) men are scared of horses. They are comfortable standing well away while their lady friend puts herself in harm's way. Males will do dangerous, risky things with bikes, cars, skateboards, climbing on anything, using firearms, fireworks and explosives, but get a horse in their proximity and their true colors are revealed. It's hard to be cool when you are obviously petrified. This still cracks me up after all these years. How exactly was the West won?

On our walk (and run) in the Park we saw numerous deer, squirrels and two red foxes. The foxes saw us, too, and quickly got well away from us. In the swampy pond by the rail road tracks the downed tree limb had at least eight juvenile snapping turtles basking in the sun. Lots of birds: Bluebirds, Robins, Wood Thrush, Red-tailed Hawks, Crows, Mockingbirds, and Buzzards.

Wasted Daze

After raining on Friday evening, the morning dawned clear and calm. A gorgeous spring day!
He’s been searching high and low, all the internets, etc., for a tractor to be used and kept at our place in West Virginia. Did not visit our property one single time last year. Maxx has never been there. He wants a tractor, able to mow large amounts of grassland in short order and not get stuck in the soft spots, so we can trailer up there on a Saturday morning with our LQ trailer and the boys (dogs and cat) and camp out for the weekend. I have not been keen on this idea because there are so many things to get done here, like fencing in the northeast pasture and putting a cover over the landscaper's bins.
In West Virginia there is a two-stall shed row and four 10x10 uncovered corrals. There are also two barns on the property, but no house. Nothing is fenced in, we use upgraded portable corrals because KC would rather take the hit and walk out of it, then stand in mud. Can’t blame him, right?
We have never brought the boys up to West Virginia since construction of the shed row and corrals. The corrals are unfinished, the electric is incomplete to the shed row. We have another couple Saturday’s worth of work on this project before it would be ready for prime time. Time being the operative word, since we don’t have any.
He’s gotten this Bee in his bonnet about using the property (we pay minimal taxes and electric) and hosting weekends of riding with the group. There are other camps in the area, but we’ve never stayed there because we have our own place adjacent to the George Washington National Forest, with miles and days of riding.
We got a tractor when we originally purchased the property. This was before the internet was invented, Craigslist and eBay were not even a thought, much less a possibility. The want ads were few, if any. With this kind of purchase you need to be an insider, and we were not. We could not find a tractor anywhere, had no choice but to buy new.
He spent lots of time looking for the perfect tractor for our place, which needed lots of work. We got a Ford 1320 with a front-end loader, a brush hog, and a box-scrapper. I immediately purchased a flat-bed trailer to haul this and the implements.

Fast forward to now:
The internet is full of tractors for sale, with a good share of scammers. Poorly produced pictures, selling for a friend, don’t know anything about it, etc. One thing we learned is that our 1994 Ford 1320 is worth almost what we paid for it.
On Saturday we traveled to Taneytown to look at a John Deere with a 6-foot mower deck and Ag tires. We took the dogs with us, too. The price had dropped three times. Unfortunately will never get those lost hours and diesel fuel back in my life. Could have, should have gone riding instead. The tires were shot, which would have been a $500+ value and he didn’t offer to bring the price down.
After all that I went to the grocery store and then applied another coat of DryLock oil-based paint to the laundry room walls because I want to go riding on Sunday. He gave both dogs a bath, too.

April Showers!

Rain was predicted for Friday, we need the rain, looked forward to it. Our new dog, Lexie, apparently is the kind of girl that announces thunderstorms. Been a long while since we've had a dog that did that for us. This house is so quiet, never hear anything going on outside. She let us know at 5:40 a.m. that it was raining.

Not supposed to rain much or for long, but heavy at times, flood watch and like that. Skip did not want to go back out this morning after breakfast. Wanted to wait until it stopped raining. Oh, well, we all can't have what we really want.