I took over a mile hike this morning in an effort to wear in my new western boots. I figured I wouldn't get very far before they started rubbing me somewhere, but they we comfortable as can be for the first mile. It was only when I stopped moving that I started feeling the rub effects. Why did I stop moving?
Well, I found my pants.
Or at least one leg of them.
I was kind of worried about someone stumbling upon my pants in the desert and assuming that someone was either mauled by a mountain lion or raped. I hoped the knots in the knees of the jeans would help people deduce that this was a pet toy.
As I was hiking back home with the pant leg hanging from my hand, I noticed a coyote stalking me. I turned to face it and said, "I see you!"
It ran to another hiding spot, stopped to watch me, I turned and said, "I still see you!" I'm pretty sure it was following me to see where I was taking its pant leg, so it could steal it back.
I let each horse sniff the jeans to see their reaction to being united with their old play thing...
Most horses on the trails are fractious this time of year because they've been sitting around the barn all summer. In a few weeks there will be hikers and bikers and horseback riders everywhere, so now is the time to be out gradually re-introducing your horse to the sights and sounds of the desert. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm looking forward to there being more traffic on the trails, because they are getting so overgrown. Some of my favorite trails are disappearing due to a lack of use.
Stewie says hi.