02.02.2007 - 02.02.2007
I´m with Richie. I hate horses. More so after today.
Have you ever had to jump off a horse while it´s galloping at full speed? I have now. Twice.
He seemed calm. Too calm at first that I was literally kicking him repeatedly in the ass to move faster. That he did. Oh did he ever.
He saw the opening in the rocky valley. And made off like Secretariat. Cool, I thought, never having moved this fast on an animal before. Shit, I thought moments later, realizing that the horse was not going to stop even though I had his neck wrung sideways.
So off we went for a couple kms. Zooming through the gorgeous red rock canyon. Taking some tight corners around some very thorny bushes. Stirrups long disengaged. Hanging on for dear life to the saddle with both hands. Hearing the collective screams of the girls just paces behind me, whose horses had followed mine´s lead. I think I was horizontal at one point. And I alternated between experiencing the thrill of my life and nearly pissing my pants.
It takes a bit of extra time to register that your only chance at surviving this ordeal without serious injury is to bail. I´d like to think I did a pretty cool ninja roll/monkey flip off the horse. In truth, it was probably less graceful. But I escaped with just some minor scrapes and extreme nausea, yakking in the bushes moments after. The girls are a bit more banged up but nothing serious. I´m sure the long term story will be worth the short term pain.
I don´t know how far the horses kept running after getting rid of us. But in about an hour, we were back on the saddles. For a quiet walk home we were assured. I guess they didn´t realize the affinity my dumbass one has for trains. As the locomotive sped by, my horse seriously thought it could outrace it. ¨Here we go again,¨ I muttered, unable once more to corral the animal. I landed this time in a patch of dirt. Now my butt really hurts when I sit down. I frickin´hate horses. But damn is it a rush when they decide they just wanna go fast.