It started out beautifully. I woke up late (there were a LOT of fireworks and gunshots at midnight), saw color out our window, and jumped up to capture this:
As you can see, it was a gorgeous day and I took Jackson along. He was excited to be included, but taking him was a mistake. As we headed up the final hill he lagged, and tonight he is clearly feeling it, walking like an old man. Poor puppy; I won't do that to him again – and feel bad that I did it to him today. Hard to accept that my best doggo is getting older. 😞
I putzed around until noon, waiting and wondering about the day's plans. Getting on my horse on New Year's Day is my one firm tradition (I'll also eat black-eyed peas if I can), and a friend and I wanted to ride together if possible. Once I got the 'all clear' from the family, I headed to my friend's place to ride there.
We were enjoying good conversation, good horses, and great weather when something happened. I was in front, and then my friend's horse came up alongside – riderless. I whipped my head around to see her laying on the gravel drive....
Tonight my friend is in trauma intensive care with serious injuries, and I am beside myself. Mts. Hood and Jefferson glowed in the evening light as I neared home with Lance, but they could not elevate my mood. I don't know if I'll get to those other posts that were percolating; right now my heart isn't in it....
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