It feels strange to be preparing for a ride without packing tack, or feed, or a horse. To take only the truck, with no trailer. To go without Consolation.
But you don’t know about any of this, do you? I’m behind on sharing news. Things have been a little crazy. Here’s the upshot:
Since Fandango, I have taken Consolation to the vet to determine why she hasn’t been herself lately. We don’t have a clear answer on #3 yet, but it appears likely that she has stifle issues. How bad? We don’t know. Maybe bad enough that she’s done with endurance.
I am trying to absorb this. I am also trying to hold onto a little hope, but not too much, that it isn’t as bad as we think. X-rays are scheduled for Monday.
In the meantime, I am grateful to have a couple really good friends. The three of us had been planning to ride the 75 at Spring Fling tomorrow. I was going to take Consolation, of course. But, as it transpires, one of said friends has offered me her second horse instead.
Blue is the sweet, gray Arab I rode a couple days at Canyonlands last fall. I like him.
It’s bittersweet, looking at my first 75 without my own horse. But I couldn’t ask for a better substitute.