I walked out to the barn with the dogs yesterday to see if I still had a barn...or horses.
Our region was engulfed in a super-crazy-dense-fog.
There is a fence between the turnout and east pastures, where the horses usually hang out, but you couldn't see it at all.
I walked up to the gate and saw what appeared to be Little Joe. Then, I turned and saw several more in the shadows.
It was so cool to see them emerging, one by one, starkly outlined by the white of the fog. I thought it would be fun to tape and share it.
The fog greeted us each morning and disappeared midday. We are guessing that was our last good weekend because the forecast is calling for snow in a few days. We took the opportunity to get in what may be our last 2 trail rides.
Last Monday-Friday, during what has been this lovely, long autumn, I spent one day working with Bee--driving her with her bit. That went very well. Another evening, after work, I rode Leah to the barn next door and around a 10 acre pasture--working on her collection at the walk and trot. Afterward, I switched her out for Cowboy, who is acting stiff and needs exercise. I spent another day at the barn next door working with Leah on the basics. I realized she is very stiff and needs way more daily bending.
It's going to be sad to see the weather change. Very sad. I will miss this time, but I guess all good things must end...for now.