We'd planned to help out at the Cascade Horse Club annual Cinnamon Roll/Breakfast Ride. Butch made it home Friday afternoon in just over an hour - one of his shortest commutes from Bellevue ever! We were loaded up & pulled up to the Armstrong tree farm gate, by about 7:30. With Summer's long days - we had plenty of time to set up our camp.
|Farah picking grass out of the Buttercup~|
The field by the shelter hadn't been mowed & the grass was very wet from all the rain. Butch reminded me that years ago, when we had Competitive Trail Rides from here - George used to come in & mow it down.
|Just a "reminder" :-)|
That same tall grass - made it a lot more difficult to pick up after the horses too! All weekend, we were so impressed with our members going above & beyond to keep the area clean! It was such a beautiful evening, everyone enjoyed the quiet.
Saturday morning, we were up early! Butch making coffee by the pot full & plenty of Cinnamon Rolls from probably close, to every bakery in the area. Even the Maltby Cafe was represented. Several more rigs came pulling in early - ready to enjoy a roll & a ride on a perfect day! Not too hot, with a nice breeze.
|Ready to go enjoy the trails~|
Rider's didn't waste any time saddling up - after all - we had all those calories to work off! Farah got excited - thinking that it must be an Endurance Ride? It didn't take her long to figure out that it was much more low key :-) Scott came in with Rico, so the two of us headed out for a ride. Farah thinks Rico is handsome, the two of them got on well & Rico has such a nice walk!
|Farah & Connie, Scott & Rico|
We went out the long way, I told Scott that there was an obstacle that he might want to try :-)
|Scott & Rico at Tin Bridge|
Rico didn't think he needed to be the first horse, as Farah walked past him & headed across. We stopped to let the horses graze at Cloverdale. Returning, Rico lead the way without a pause in his stride.
|Our return, Farah sees Butch~|
In the afternoon, we all sat around swapping stories, talking horses & snacking. With a pot-luck dinner planned for the evening - no one was interested in much for lunch. By mid-afternoon, I was ready to saddle up, along with several other riders.
|We watch & get some dirty looks from the mares :-)|
I thought about riding out with these ladies, but all were mounted on mares who are pastured together. It became obvious in short order that a nice ride would be pretty much impossible if we added Farah to the mix.
|Away we go~|
At least - leaving from the middle of the tree farm gave us the opportunity to ride some trails that I usually don't when we're making a loop from the Bracken parking. As we turned north - the sound of gunfire got louder & I decided that I didn't want to risk a stray bullet - by riding any closer to where homes abut the tree farm property.
|Reed Canary Grass - yum!|
For whatever reason, Farah was higher than a kite. Of course it was close to her usual dinner time & the gunfire put me on edge, so we stopped for a while for her to graze before heading back. I was really enjoying the long rays of sun - so late in the afternoon.
|On the trail~|
By the time we returned, ovens were on & the smell of food filled the air!
|Dinner is served!|
To say that we had plenty to eat would be a terrible understatement! The camaraderie of this group is really first rate! Everyone enjoyed meeting new members & getting re-acquainted with others. We ended the evening sitting around a small portable fire-pit.