Ridecamp: [RC] Cadillac/Jeep - Part 5

So, once again I owe a debt of gratitude to Braveheart and Trailmaster. 
Now I'm going to have to say nothing but nice things about them forever. 
Isn't that depressing.  I mean, what fun is having a friend if you can't
say derogatory remarks about them!  

The ride home took 10 minutes.  Caddie remembered to lower her head on
the way out the door this time.  The Jeep was just coming out of the
trailer when Gesa drove up.  Perfect timing.  I let Caddie go on her own
into the barn and I headed straight to the refrigerator for a cold Coke. 
Gesa wanted some water.  I didn't hear Braveheart tell me to grab her a
diet Coke.  She just wanted the caffeine.  I wanted the sugar AND the
caffeine.  Half a Coke later and I felt great.  We were all sitting
around for a few minutes when Braveheart pulled out a package of prunes. 
Apparently all three of us love prunes.  I'm especially fond of the
cherry essence and orange essence prunes that Sunsweet makes.  I would
have loved to just pull out a big handful of prunes at that moment, but,
while I won't go into details, it wouldn't have been prudent at that
time.  I had ONE and savored its sweetness.

I made Caddie go back in her house to eat the rest of her breakfast while
Gesa worked on Jeep.  When Rubberband was brought out for his adjustment
I brought Caddie out to munch on the grass while I cleaned her up.  Gesa
had the time to work on Caddie as well.  I just finished rubbing out the
dried sweat when Gesa finished RB.  Lots of adjusting to do.  Her poll
was out, shoulders, a rib, and her back.  Gesa noticed Caddie's left side
beginning to compensate for a very sore right hock.  I knew it would
happen eventually, the unevenness, but I sure did hope it would take
longer to show up.  Rides like the one we just took will soon be out of
the question.  I've got to enjoy them while I can - too much sun or not.

Braveheart wanted to know if I wanted to go get something to eat.  Well,
duh.  My belly thought my throat had been slit hours ago.  The banana and
Coke had me feeling really good, but didn't stop me from being hungry. 
It was my turn to buy lunch.  We were going to put the saddles away after
we ate, but since my money was in my saddle now was as good a time as any
to transfer all my gear to the back of my car.  To Hell with taking it
into the barn, just pile it into the back of my Trooper and I'll drive it
into the barn tomorrow.  Better yet, I'll bring my husband with me and he
can take it into the barn for me!

We drove to Reyna's in my car so Braveheart wouldn't have to deal with
the trailer.  We order tacos and drinks.  The bill comes to a little over
$11.  I had at least $12 in my little baggie, right?  Wrong!  My $10 bill
had mysteriously turned into a $1.  My husband had obviously been in my
stash.  I should have known something was up when he asked me as he was
leaving for work if I needed any money.  After nearly 24 years of
marriage you'd think I would have learned by now that when my husband
asks if I need money it's a sure sign he took what I had.  He won't go
near my wallet without asking, but the ashtray in my car is fair game.  I
looked at Braveheart and handed her my meager tuppence.  She paid for
lunch, again, and we took turns in the bathroom washing our hands and
faces while waiting for our lunch.

So ends another gripping tail of suspense, drama, and absurdity.  But
before I go it has been pointed out to me that I should clarify a line or
2 in my story so as not to scare the wits out of NRR entrants.  To which
I will gratefully comply.

I mentioned earlier that there is DEEP SAND on the trail.  Let me clarify
that this is NOT, repeat NOT, Florida deep sand.  This is Norco deep
sand.  Meaning fetlock deep at the very most, but leaning more towards
just to the tops of your hooves deep.  It's still a good idea to save
your horses energy for the final leg where most of the sand is, but
that's more of a heat of the day type of deal as opposed to the sand is
going to be coming up over your horses knees type of thing. 

That being said, I bid you adieu (for all you French speaking people, I
have absolutely no idea how to spell that, but you get the drift.)  If
you don't believe my story is true, go ask that blind man, he saw it too.

Chickenshit

PS.  There is now a Chickenshit Gully on leg 4 of the NRR, but I'll be
damned if I'm going to point it out!  

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