I = idiot

[draggonlaady]

So, you all know how much snow we've had here, because I've talked about the dogs walking over my fence before. But the last week, it's been consistently above 40F all day, and the snow has significantly melted down. This morning it was 60F and sunny, and I had the brilliant idea of getting myself out of the house and the dogs out of the yard by walking over to feed my horses.

I keep the horses at a friend's house, since I don't have a field for them here. My friend lives on the road parallel to mine, so you have to drive quite a bit out of the way to get there--it's about a mile and a half driving, but only half a mile walking. Without snow, it takes me 10-15 minutes to walk it; cut across the hay field behind my house, through a strip of woods, and across the field behind her house.

The snow in the field behind my house is about half way up my shins right now, wet/heavy but easily trudged through and no risk to the tops of my boots.

Then I got to the trees. Now, brain tells me there should be less snow in the tree'd area, because the trees catch it and hold it until it melts, right? Riiiight. I should have turned around and gone back when I hit the first drift, but I = idiot. It took me half an hour to get through that strip of trees. The snow was consistently up to my knees, with just enough crust to make it a bitch to push through, but not enough to hold me (or the dogs) up. Except sometimes. For a few steps. And then I'd put my foot down and it would feel like it would hold, and I'd be about half-weight on it when it would give and I'd stagger forward trying desperately to drag the rear foot out and forward fast enough to catch me (or fall on my knees, or on 2 occasions, my knees and elbows).

By the time I got to the field behind my friend's house, I was soaked to the waist (and you all know how well wet jeans hold heat), the sleeves of my jacket were soaked through, the dogs were soaked (and stinky from rolling in the dead cow we found in the trees), and I felt like I wanted to die. I have not been that leg-and-lung sore since training for cross-country and running 8 miles. Total time was 45 minutes. To get half a mile.

But at least I wasn't idiot enough to walk back. I am so glad I have friends who will at least drive me home while laughing at me.



So, unrelated question: does anyone want to see pictures and stories of my own critters? or would I just be one of those people who insists on annoying everyone with their baby pictures if I do a series of entries here about them?

Comments

[tmercenary.livejournal.com]

ohhhh ohhh! I wanna see the pretty ponies! probably behind a cut is the best place for photos, regardless of LJ rules on size, I say put 'em all behind, that way if someone doesn't wanna see it, they don't gotta click on it.

[sphynx-again.livejournal.com]

You know I'm always interested in your critters!

[kresentia.livejournal.com]

I always like to hear about your fur kids! How are the pigs, speaking of?

[evil-egg.livejournal.com]

Whoops. And yes, I'd be interested to see such pictures.

[scottums.livejournal.com]

Yes. Spill it.

[jacksontwobears.livejournal.com]

Yes. Pictures. Mmmm ... pictures. ^^