Chaps (Part 3).
Ok this is the final part to this story arc. I'm sorry for the double story lines running at the same time, I know it's an incredible ammount of readings. But if I just added them in later to the same post then I think it wouldn't be noticed. My Wednesday was nothing eventful thus far. Just me falling asleep in classes. Trying desperately to find a computer on campus. It was unbelievable how there were none available anywhere. And I mean there are close to 200 computers on campus. Yeah I know that's not a lot, but I guess a lot of Trent students don't have computers.
So we left off in this story me driving off with Nancy and Ally to the place where they do their riding.
"Hey your pink hair is gone." I said to Nancy.
"Yeah, graduation picture are coming up and I couldn't reapply it in time."
"Ah, well it looks good anyways."
The fog is getting thicker and thicker the further we drive. Ally twists and turns down the country roads further east. The road dips and to my right there is some sort of huge river that appears ghostly with the fog and a bit of ice along the banks. We chatted more along the way and then finally the pulled up to the place.
It was your typical farm looking structure with old wood with red paint that is overly faded. Old trucks and new ones are in the parking lot made up of loose gravel. We walk through the door and I'm met face to face with a brilliant white pony with blonde horse hair. The floor is all cobblestone and lightly wet. Big ground fans are placed blowing cold air around the room. The stables are luminated by a few bulbs.
Nancy then took her horse out of the stable and I kinda just chilled checking out the scenery. Looking for good photoshots. They hooked up the house from the ceiling on two D-links. She brings out some treats for the horse and tells the horse to dance and bobs when she says that. The horse in turn started to shake one of it's legs. They brushed it off and fixed the hair. "Here pick out the stuff from the feet." She says and hands me some hooked screw driver thing. "Ok, no problem." I said. "Just push your shoulder into the horse and grab the feet."
Seemed simple enough. I lean into the horse and it adjusts it's feet and lifts up a leg. I grab the leg and pull it up a bit and run the pick around the shoe take out horse shit and mud. I make my way to the other foot, lean up again and this one had way more stuff. The horse shit and mud fall off in chumps onto the diamond plating below with chunks of other stuff. Ok this isn't too bad. I get to the back legs and try to lean against it. No dice. I try again and it just backs up a bit. "You have to really lean into it and grab it." Some woman said to me. Where did she come from? I lean harder and the horse slowly lifts the leg a bit. Nancy comes in and holds up for me to get. The next back leg was still a little bit hard to get but I managed. After I brushed myself off and returned the pick. Wait a second. I'm the photographer, why did I just go through that?
They take the horse to the inside arena. We tread through mud and hay and other chumps of stuff I don't know want to know what they are. My feet squish with each step. "I should have brought boots."
"Yeah, we should have warned you." Ally said.
"Well. I should have known better." I say with a laugh.
We walk inside and there are more horses. Some of these ones look better. But what do I know about horses? "Door!" Nancy yells and slides open a big aluminium door. Inside was this spooky quiet arena, translucent windows line up all way around with mud splattered on them. Pigeons coo and fly around in the wooden rafters above. The ground is all soft dark sand. A small mud puddle makes up a bit of the corner near the door. In the center are wooden off center jumps with logs underneath them. I get my polaroid camera out and leave it around my neck. Nancy leads the horse over to this stepping block and hops on top. She then leads the horse around the arena.
Ally sits down on one of the plastic chairs.
"You can sit down eh."
"Actually I'm good, want to stand. I'm not making you nervous am I?" I ask with a smirk.
She laughs and says "No." Begins to say something else but then goes off on telling Nancy some advice for riding. Using terms I really don't understand. Her eyes remain focused on Nancy.
"Man I wish I got some boots that you two have." I say, looking at her long black leather boots with spurs.
"Yeah, well you can even just get boots with just strap on chaps. Stops the sliding around." She replied.
"I have buttless chaps. Would they work?" I joked.
"Yeah those would be fine." She says still focused on Nancy. And she yells out more advice.
I guess she didn't catch that one.
Nancy then asks us to set up the jump in the middle. Ally begins to walk over and I follow and we set up the jump. She goes over it a few times. The horse is having trouble landing on the right foot as a lead. So she brings it over and over again to try and get it to no avail. She then approaches the jump slowly and the horse jumps over it with no momentum. The back feet catch the back of the peice of wood and Nancy is flung to the ground. She lands on her back and holds on to the bridel. The horse drags her for a bit. Ally is telling her to let go but Nancy says that the horse will break the bridel if she does. Nancy gets on her feet again and says that dirt ran down her pants, and we all get a laugh. Ally hops on this time and takes the horse around and over the jumps as well. Nancy takes over after 30 minutes and I take a polaroid picture of her on the horse. The temperatures are way below freezing so it doesn't develop quite right. But it still looked ok. I wanted to get Nancy to look at the horse, but I didn't think she could hear my direction.
They then finish up and take the horse back to the stables. The girls talk and talk about horses in the stables. I just stand there like a boob cause I really don't know anything about horses.
Overall it was a fun experience. I'll have to go again when it's warmer, and get some proper pictures.
That reminds me. Trent is having a nature photo contest. I am going to enter in it. But before I do, I'm going to post the pictures on my blog and I want everyone to vote which ones I should enter. A maximum of five will be allowed.
Alrighty. Well it's 20:00 hours on the dot right now as I finish this up. I have to go over to Steph's to fix up her computer.
Peace.
So we left off in this story me driving off with Nancy and Ally to the place where they do their riding.
"Hey your pink hair is gone." I said to Nancy.
"Yeah, graduation picture are coming up and I couldn't reapply it in time."
"Ah, well it looks good anyways."
The fog is getting thicker and thicker the further we drive. Ally twists and turns down the country roads further east. The road dips and to my right there is some sort of huge river that appears ghostly with the fog and a bit of ice along the banks. We chatted more along the way and then finally the pulled up to the place.
It was your typical farm looking structure with old wood with red paint that is overly faded. Old trucks and new ones are in the parking lot made up of loose gravel. We walk through the door and I'm met face to face with a brilliant white pony with blonde horse hair. The floor is all cobblestone and lightly wet. Big ground fans are placed blowing cold air around the room. The stables are luminated by a few bulbs.
Nancy then took her horse out of the stable and I kinda just chilled checking out the scenery. Looking for good photoshots. They hooked up the house from the ceiling on two D-links. She brings out some treats for the horse and tells the horse to dance and bobs when she says that. The horse in turn started to shake one of it's legs. They brushed it off and fixed the hair. "Here pick out the stuff from the feet." She says and hands me some hooked screw driver thing. "Ok, no problem." I said. "Just push your shoulder into the horse and grab the feet."
Seemed simple enough. I lean into the horse and it adjusts it's feet and lifts up a leg. I grab the leg and pull it up a bit and run the pick around the shoe take out horse shit and mud. I make my way to the other foot, lean up again and this one had way more stuff. The horse shit and mud fall off in chumps onto the diamond plating below with chunks of other stuff. Ok this isn't too bad. I get to the back legs and try to lean against it. No dice. I try again and it just backs up a bit. "You have to really lean into it and grab it." Some woman said to me. Where did she come from? I lean harder and the horse slowly lifts the leg a bit. Nancy comes in and holds up for me to get. The next back leg was still a little bit hard to get but I managed. After I brushed myself off and returned the pick. Wait a second. I'm the photographer, why did I just go through that?
They take the horse to the inside arena. We tread through mud and hay and other chumps of stuff I don't know want to know what they are. My feet squish with each step. "I should have brought boots."
"Yeah, we should have warned you." Ally said.
"Well. I should have known better." I say with a laugh.
We walk inside and there are more horses. Some of these ones look better. But what do I know about horses? "Door!" Nancy yells and slides open a big aluminium door. Inside was this spooky quiet arena, translucent windows line up all way around with mud splattered on them. Pigeons coo and fly around in the wooden rafters above. The ground is all soft dark sand. A small mud puddle makes up a bit of the corner near the door. In the center are wooden off center jumps with logs underneath them. I get my polaroid camera out and leave it around my neck. Nancy leads the horse over to this stepping block and hops on top. She then leads the horse around the arena.
Ally sits down on one of the plastic chairs.
"You can sit down eh."
"Actually I'm good, want to stand. I'm not making you nervous am I?" I ask with a smirk.
She laughs and says "No." Begins to say something else but then goes off on telling Nancy some advice for riding. Using terms I really don't understand. Her eyes remain focused on Nancy.
"Man I wish I got some boots that you two have." I say, looking at her long black leather boots with spurs.
"Yeah, well you can even just get boots with just strap on chaps. Stops the sliding around." She replied.
"I have buttless chaps. Would they work?" I joked.
"Yeah those would be fine." She says still focused on Nancy. And she yells out more advice.
I guess she didn't catch that one.
Nancy then asks us to set up the jump in the middle. Ally begins to walk over and I follow and we set up the jump. She goes over it a few times. The horse is having trouble landing on the right foot as a lead. So she brings it over and over again to try and get it to no avail. She then approaches the jump slowly and the horse jumps over it with no momentum. The back feet catch the back of the peice of wood and Nancy is flung to the ground. She lands on her back and holds on to the bridel. The horse drags her for a bit. Ally is telling her to let go but Nancy says that the horse will break the bridel if she does. Nancy gets on her feet again and says that dirt ran down her pants, and we all get a laugh. Ally hops on this time and takes the horse around and over the jumps as well. Nancy takes over after 30 minutes and I take a polaroid picture of her on the horse. The temperatures are way below freezing so it doesn't develop quite right. But it still looked ok. I wanted to get Nancy to look at the horse, but I didn't think she could hear my direction.
They then finish up and take the horse back to the stables. The girls talk and talk about horses in the stables. I just stand there like a boob cause I really don't know anything about horses.
Overall it was a fun experience. I'll have to go again when it's warmer, and get some proper pictures.
That reminds me. Trent is having a nature photo contest. I am going to enter in it. But before I do, I'm going to post the pictures on my blog and I want everyone to vote which ones I should enter. A maximum of five will be allowed.
Alrighty. Well it's 20:00 hours on the dot right now as I finish this up. I have to go over to Steph's to fix up her computer.
Peace.
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