I can’t remember when we last rode the ATV’s, it was long enough ago that the tires needed air tonight.
Before I go any further, have I ever mentioned that our Bulldog is crazy? She channels the boys, I think.
I have been wanting for a couple of weeks to get out and ride, but life got in the way, as it has a tendency to do. Tonight we put all the excuses on hold and went.
Primary lesson for the night: If you don’t carry the flashlight, stay with the one that does.
I stopped by the truck to get my sweatshirt. Even with a very pleasant 66 degrees, it can get cool when we’re in motion. That put the guys at the barn well ahead of me.
I knew the stump was there, I just didn’t know it was there. I don’t completely recall how I ended up on my back looking at the stars, but that’s what I was glad nobody saw. I’m quite sure that it involved something that, had I intended it, I would never have been able to pull off.
Dylan is a fair driver; but he has no fear. Furthermore, he thinks it great fun to try and toss me into the bushes. He has no genuine intention to do that, I’m sure. But having already suffered injury to both my dignity and my backside, it was with great earnestness that I –urged–him not to put too much effort into it tonight.
The stars were magnificent, even with the clouds rolling in, the diminished woodscape is still lovely, and I survived the bumping along, very happy to be out among nature again, and, all the same, very glad to limp back to the house after the ride came to an end. The halting gait after a back-splat is somewhat lacking in elegance.
I’m glad nobody saw that, too.