Horse friends

What's wrong with this picture?

Two horses, hauled out, unloaded, tied in a parking lot waiting for something. How did they get there? Where's the truck?

The answer is, at that moment the truck was at a nearby garage, because a few miles from the horse park the scary "check engine" light came on in Dolly's Ford and the engine lost power. It sputtered along and we made it to the parking lot (with hearts pounding and hazard lights flashing) and got safely off the busy Snoqualmie-Fall City highway.   

Oh wonderful world of iPhones, because we soon had a nearby friend to our rescue with her big red rig, like a 911 call for horses.  So we unloaded the horses in the parking lot and unhitched the ailing truck, which was still running, thankfully. Then Dolly limped over to the garage in town while I kept and eye on the guys (above.) Jen arrived and we loaded the horses back in and she hauled us home to the ranch in Snoqualmie.  There we unloaded the horses, all our saddles and tack (again!) and cleaned the poop out of the trailer. As John likes to say, if you don't have enough trouble in your life, you should get a horse.

The horses were "good" through this big adventure, but they had nothing to do but stand around and be hauled back and forth like royalty. It was a day devoid of all the fun that goes along with horses, distilled down to just the trouble and aggravation. With this one exception-- these wonderful friendships you seem to make in the horse world.

So once everything was put away and the horses were back in the pasture without having to do a lick of work, Dolly and I drove to Fall City and got the lowdown on the truck:  bad spark plugs and possibly the "coil" (whatever that is.)  It would be repaired in a day or so. We drove home to Seattle together. Just one of those days.