Still Time : Snow

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Stir Crazy

I go to school in semi-rural KY, in a town that is not well equipped to handle snow (or ice, or sleet, or any combination of wintery shit that falls from the sky). We got almost a foot of snow on Monday and ever since then, we have pretty much been trapped on campus. A foot of snow even warranted TWO snow days (supposedly only the 2nd or 3rd time classes have been canceled since the civil war). If that wasn't bad enough, we've also been lucky enough to experience record breaking low temperatures. I had an 8 A.M. class on Friday morning... the actual temperature was -18 degress. Let's not even talk about wind chill. Kentucky is officially going to get kicked out of the south, y'all.

This was our snow day last year, the first in the school's history. My roommate and I were on the college website #15minutesoffame

Our snow day(s) this year have been a little more intense (notice my hair matted with ice)

Anyways, I digress. The point of this post is that until yesterday, I hadn't seen my horse for a week and I'm pretty sure he hadn't seen much of the world outside of his stall until I decided that we should traipse around in the snow... yes, I'm crazy. I obviously trust my horse A LOT, but bless his heart, he didn't put a toe out of line. Here are some pictures of our snowy adventure:

this was a pond

can i eat this

goob

snowstache

Tim says 'fuck this. Take me back to Florida'

this is the most snow I've ever seen (besides when I went skiing in CO)

And for good measure, here's a video of Tim and his bestie, Tiamo, having a grand ol' time in the indoor

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

CRAY/Photo Dump

Unfortunately, due to a perpetually frozen outdoor arena and no indoor, Limerick has had a less than ideal work schedule of late (BOO). We've had snow and ice on the ground since Thursday and the temperatures have been frigid with unbearable wind. This sucky weather has not kept me from the barn, but it has kept us from doing more than walking, until Sunday... enter batshit crazy pony. Sunday, the ground was starting to thaw and was rather soppy, but the ring was still a frozen rock, so Kimmie and I opted to work in the front field, hoping to work off some of our horses' energy.

It's been so long since then that I don't remember all of the details, but the gist of it is that Limerick was seriously insane (for him... keep in mind that even his insanity is rather tame). He tossed his head and chomped on the bit, jigged, pranced, etc. Even though we were out there with Jazz, he was still insecure and kept looking around for him/going towards him when possible. He also threw himself into upward transitions and kind of exploded, trying to get his head down and run with me... super fun! That was about the time that I realized how precarious I felt and how potentially slippery the ground could be, so I asked Kimmie to hop on and see if she could get him to listen better and stop running around like an idiot. He tried the same crap with her, but she kept him together and let him run around in a controlled manner for a few minutes, which did wonders for his brain! Then I hopped back on and asked for one more canter transition, which he was good for, so I called it a day.