Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 1

I’ve been a bit of a negligent blogger again for the last few weeks, and largely because there isn’t much to report since returning from Norway. I’ve been catching up on a fair bit of delayed “spring cleaning” — big house jobs that I’d avoided doing before our trip. And I’ve been plugging away at editing the 1200+ photos from our trip. I figure the easiest way to tackle it is by city, since our trip was divided up mainly by the cities we went to.

Old wooden buildings along the waterfront, Tromsø, Norway

Old wooden buildings along the Tromsø waterfront

Our first taste of Norway was in beautiful Tromsø, as I’ve mentioned already in previous posts. The Norwegians call it the ‘Paris of the North’ and while I’ve not been to Paris, I would argue that the claim is probably a bit of a stretch, although we enjoyed exploring this charming little city very much.

The Hurtigruten in Tromsø, Norway

The Hurtigruten ferry in Tromsø, Norway

It’s a quiet place, surrounded by mountains and mostly populated by tourists during the summer months. The city centre is situated on an island, with bridges connecting to the mainland and other islands. It is a major hub for the Hurtigruten ferry, the key commuter and tourism cruise ship line that operates along the Norwegian coast, all the way between Bergen in the south and Kirkenes in the very far north, which borders Russia.

Kid swinging on a boat, Tromsø, Norway

We kept seeing this little guy, swinging away on his sail boat, every time we walked by. It was like he lived in that swing.

It was a great little city to get ourselves situated in, and get accustomed to the enormous prices of virtually everything. Be warned, if you ever plan to travel to Norway you better have saved your pennies, and if you want to enjoy yourself, you have to stop constantly converting things. It becomes just too depressing. To give you an idea, a beer at the pub runs roughly $16 to $20 Canadian. An “inexpensive” meal will easily run you $60 to $70 Canadian. In order to avoid budget heart attacks, Chris developed his own little economy of scale, with which he just measured everything in comparison to a cost of a beer.

Tromsø, Norway

View of downtown Tromsø

Virtually everyone speaks fluent English and we found that generally Norwegians are friendly and approachable. We checked out several small museums, including the Polstjerna Ship Museum, which gives you a chance to explore a preserved sealing vessel, inside and out, and learn about how Norway’s exploration heroes developed their Arctic  climate coping skills, mainly from the Inuit peoples of Greenland. The early pole expeditions are mythically popular in Norwegian culture, and almost every city has some form of museum dedicated to these explorers, their boats, and their achievements.

One money saving tip when travelling in Norway is that most hotels provide a very robust breakfast, including cereal, hard boiled eggs, yogurt, bread, cheese, vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers, various types of creamed shrimp spreads (I tried these out and they were not really my cup of tea), often several types of pickled herring (also not for everyone but I’m proud to say I tried some several times) and usually smoked or cured salmon, along with jams, caviar and fish spreads for toast. Sometimes there was even sausages, bacon and beans. There were also usually bowls of apples and oranges and you could take a couple along with you. Because of our indulgent breakfasts — way more food than we usually start our day with at home — we found we didn’t really bother with lunches, and just ate one larger meal in the evenings.

Mack Brewery and the Old Beer Hall

Mack Brewery and the Old Beer Hall

A highlight of our stay in Tromsø was a tour — one of the last to be given — of the Mack Brewery. While the Mack beers themselves aren’t exactly spectacular in our experience of craft beer, Mack is unique in that they are the world’s northernmost brewery, and northern Norwegians are highly loyal to the brand. An entire city block of Tromsø is dedicated to the brewery, which was founded in 1877. Sadly, the brewery, which also manufactures coca-cola and sodas (a main source of revenue for the company), is moving out, at least mostly. The micro brewery set up you see in the photo above will stay put, as will the Old Beer Hall (the pub located at street level in this photo), and they will continue to make small custom batches of beer here, but the main production is being relocated a few hours away from Tromsø. The remaining factory will be converted into artist lofts and studios.

Midnight sun in Tromsø, from the top of the nearest mountain

Midnight sun in Tromsø, from the top of the nearest mountain

The other big highlight was being able to take the cable car up the mountain on the mainland, to see the city from above, during the midnight sun. As you can see, it was a little less than sunny, but it was a surreal experience all the same. We spent about an hour hanging out in the cute little chalet at the top of the mountain, and wandered about the mountain side a bit (in the misty rain). The cable car runs until 1 a.m. during midnight sun season, so by the time we got back downtown it was about 1:30 a.m., and Tromsø was just getting ready to start partying. Later we learned that Norwegians generally drink at home before they go out, to save cash.

We also took a commuter ferry to the town of Harstad, south of Tromsø, for a day. It was another cute little town to check out, but there wasn’t much there to do. We mostly sat in the town square enjoying the beautiful sunshiny day, with the rest of the townspeople.

A slideshow of all our photos from Tromsø is on Flickr, if you want to check it out. Next stop… Bergen!

Dearly neglected

Hello there blog. We just haven’t been finding time for each other lately, have we? It’s not that I’m not doing very interesting things. I’ve got a wedding coming up and so lots of planning and organizing has been happening there. My veggie gardens have expanded and finally the tomatoes have taken off. I’ve already done quite a bit of summer canning, and I plan to do more. I’m even doing some knitting, and I have a bunch of sewing projects on deck too.

Truth be told that each time in the last week I’ve sat down to post, I’ve been battling with WordPress plugins. My WordPress Media Flickr plugin decided to up an quit on me, and I’ve installed and test driven dozens of alternatives in the last couple days, only to become ever more frustrated and pissed off. I haven’t been this frustrated with technology for quite some time — honestly — how hard can it be to create a simple, visual interface that streams in my photos? Apparently it’s very hard. Anyway, I have found a work-around that doesn’t involve plugins whatsoever. So I’m officially back. Oh and I’ve once again been fiddling with the template. This one is rather plain-Jane but I prefer the back end capabilities to others I’ve tried, and it displays header photos very well, and gives me control over that functionality too. Perhaps I can brush up on my HTML and non-existent PHP skills (that’s what fiancés are for, isn’t it?) to spruce things up a bit.

One thing I did get to recently was editing our photos from Newfoundland. Once again we had a fabulous trip — and of course I mentioned already the getting engaged part. Having such a gap between the trip itself and editing the photos however has led to a nice re-living and appreciation of our time there. We have both agreed we’ve seen quite a lot of the island now and that we will likely try to travel to other places for a while. But as I see tweets about icebergs and whale watching come across TweetDeck, I feel the ol’ heartstrings plucked again. Never has a place gotten so under my skin before!

I’m going to try something new here — embedding the slideshow of images instead of posting only a selection of them. Here’s hoping this works. Enjoy!

Still on Newfoundland time

By that I mean I’m still trying to maintain that easy going differently-paced attitude. I don’t want to imply Newfoundlanders are a laid back bunch — in fact they’re quite the opposite. I don’t know if there’s a more hardy, hard-working bunch actually. Perhaps it’s all the hardships they have faced, but you won’t meet nicer people in the world.

St. John's, Newfoundland

St. John's, Newfoundland

We were in for a bit of a shock when we landed; we left 30+ degree heat and arrived to 10 degrees and overcast, with rain on the way. We did bring clothes expecting all kinds of weather, but I still don’t think we were quite prepared for it to drop to 5 degrees.

Leaside Manor B&B, St. John's

Leaside Manor B&B, St. John's

YellowBelly Brew Pub, St. John's

YellowBelly Brew Pub, St. John's

We stayed at the Leaside Manor, a gorgeous B&B within walking distance of downtown. Of course as soon as we got settled we had to go have a beer. Our meal was pretty terrific too — fish cakes and roasted halibut.

Our hosts told us that Tom Cochrane was playing in town on George Street as part of Canada Day celebrations, so we decided to check it out. We were quite disappointed to see that every single bar on the street had been obligated to sell only Labatt products as part of the sponsorship deal (the party was sponsored by Bud Lime). Which meant we were stuck with drinking crap beer all night. Even the places carrying YellowBelly weren’t allowed to sell it. Boo Labatt.

Tom Cochrane in St. John's

Tom Cochrane in St. John's

The Bud Lime girls were giving out all sorts of swag, including t-shirts, ball caps, mardi-gras beads, sunglasses, etc. They were dressed in baby-T’s and must have been freezing cold. All I wanted was a hoodie and a toque. Did I mention it dropped to 5 degrees?

Tom Cochrane in St. John's

Tom Cochrane in St. John's

The rain came down for about 10 minutes while we happened to be warming up in an Irish pub, but thankfully held off until about the last 20 minutes of the show when it started misting. We’re both really glad we held out through the big chill because it really was a great show.

St. John's

St. John's

Lupins of Newfoundland

Lupins of Newfoundland

Cape Spear, Newfoundland

Cape Spear, Newfoundland

The next day we headed to Cape Spear, the easternmost point in all of North America. The spot was also a military base during WWII, and the remnants of the vanishing guns are still there (these guns could be raised and lowered, hiding them from view).

Inside the bunker

Inside the bunker

Rusting gun barrel, in Cape Spear

Rusting gun barrel, in Cape Spear

Our next night was at Fisher’s Loft Inn in Ship’s Cove, Trinity Bay (near Port Rexton). This fabulous estate is made up of several buildings with suites, as well as a dinning area, pub and lounge. There are beautiful potager gardens where they grow much of their own produce, although in early July many things were not yet planted and it was like May is here — lilacs in bloom, tulips still going; I’ll never complain about our short growing season again.

Fisher's Loft Inn guest house

Fisher's Loft Inn guest house

Isn’t that greenhouse to die for? Oh and their soil is pretty rough — lots of rock mixed in. I guess it’s called The Rock for a reason.

Fisher's Loft Inn greenhouse and gardens

Fisher's Loft Inn greenhouse and gardens

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Cemetary near Fisher's Loft

Cemetary near Fisher's Loft

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Fisher's Loft Inn grounds

Sunseet over Trinity Bay

Sunseet over Trinity Bay

Then we checked out Elliston, the ‘Root Cellar Capital of the World’. And that it may be, but just as fascinating is it’s population of Atlantic puffins.

Elliston, NL

Elliston

Elliston, NL

Elliston

Chris nearly getting stuck in a root cellar

Chris nearly getting stuck in a root cellar

We actually saw root cellars in a few of the small towns we visited, but in Elliston there are 135 of them, both publicly and privately owned, some of which are over two hundred years old. I’ve been reading up on root cellars lately so these were very cool to see.

Puffins -- parrots of the sea

Puffins -- parrots of the sea

You can walk out on a small peninsula of towards Bird Island, which used to be the name of the town. Across from the end of the peninsula are nesting Atlantic puffins, which build burrows to raise their chicks. These birds are fantastic. We saw them about 8 miles away flying over the ocean while we were whale watching, and our guide told us they had come down that far mostly by flying under water.

Trinity, Trinity Bay

Trinity, Trinity Bay

Our next night was spent not far away in Trinity, on Trinity Bay (there are like three towns called Trinity in Newfoundland so you have to be specific) at the lovely Maidment House B&B. This town is built with a strict adherence to maintaining heritage techniques, so it’s pretty hard to tell what is original and what is new. From the folks we talked to, most folks don’t spend their winters here (the windows are old-school single-pane glass…brrr!). It’s a gorgeous spot though, in a very well protected, deep bay. Apparently the whales will often come right into the bay when the capelin are rolling (spawning on the beaches).

View from our B&B, the Maidment House

View from our B&B, the Maidment House

Old ship in Trinity

Old ship in Trinity

View of Trinity Bay, from Water Street

View of Trinity Bay, from Water Street

Trinity lighthouse

Trinity lighthouse

Water Street in Trinity

Water Street in Trinity

At the wharf in Trinity

At the wharf in Trinity

We did go whale watching from Trinity with Kris of Sea of Whales. We opted not to take our camera, since while it is weather resistant Canon specifically warns against sea water, and the boat we were going out on was fairly low to the water. In the end we had almost mirror calm seas and we would have been perfectly fine, but instead we simply enjoyed the experience. Kris was fabulous — has been fishing with his uncle since he was a kid, and has studied and toured people to see whales for more than 17 years.

We saw two or three different minke whales (pronounced ‘mink-ee’), the fastest and second smallest of the baleen whales, spotting them quite frequently even before we got far from Trinity Bay. After about 45 minutes we found a pair of humpback whales, just lounging about. While we never really got to see them breach, we did often get fairly (respectfully) close — close enough to even catch a whiff of their breath — and they are enormous, beautiful creatures. They were a male and female, and after a while they moved in towards Spaniard’s Bay and Pigeon Cove, where the capelin (a small fish, like smelt) were waiting for the opportunity to spawn. They fed for a little while and it was really fun to watch them on the move. Pigeon Cove was a flurry of seagulls, bald eagles and other opportunists. We hung out with this pair for hours, while Kris served up some hot chocolate and cake, and as we were heading back a third humpback was making its way into the bay. I highly recommend Sea of Whales if you’re in the area and want to meet some of the ocean’s residents — Kris was a fountain of local and whale knowledge — he is clearly passionate about what he does.

Random Passage film set

Random Passage film set

Still high from our wildlife encounter we sadly set on the road back to St. John’s for our last night. Along the way we checked out the Random Passage site, where the mini-series was filmed and now the site can be toured to see what life would have been like in a Newfoundland fishing village in the early 1800′s. Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t live back then.

Once we got back to the city, we located our B&B, the Duckworth. Now, I’ll warn you — from the street it doesn’t look like much. It’s a somewhat dilapidated area, one very large and obviously condemned building is just a block down the street. I was worried it was a dud when we pulled up. But inside it was very clean and tidy, and the room was very nice. The place could use a little more decor in the halls and walkways to charm it up, and obviously needs some work creating curb appeal, but the very charming owners have just been in the biz a couple years, so they’ve probably got lots of work they plan to do. They’ve definitely got a winner as far as being well-located (minus their derelict neighbours); the B&B is literally a block from George Street and other downtown attractions.

After we got settled we decided to go for a walk; I was suffering some wicked heartburn, and we had yet to see Signal Hill. Chris’s GPS said it was a 30 minute walk. IT LIED.

View of the St. John's lighthouse, from Signal Hill

View of the St. John's lighthouse, from Signal Hill

That was probably if it were FLAT. Which it is not. Nothing in St. John’s can be described as flat, and I don’t think the walk up leveled out once. I was dying for a drink about halfway there, while cars and motorcycles (they love their bikes out in Newfoundland) whizzed past us up to the top.

Signal Hill, St. John's

Signal Hill, St. John's

Regardless of my nearly dying, it was well worth the effort, and let’s face it, I could use the exercise. And we timed it perfectly, ending our last full day with a gorgeous view as the sun set.

View of St. John's from Signal Hill

View of St. John's from Signal Hill

And I can’t wait to go back again.

A full slide show of our photos is available on Flickr.

Hello from Trinity, Trinity Bay, Nfld

I’m on vacation for a few days on the east coast of Newfoundland. We loved the west coast so much last year we decided to come back this year. We flew in to St John’s and rented a car. We caught a show by Tom Cochrane and Red Rider on George St our first night. It was a great show despite the frigid 5 degrees and misty rain!

Yesterday we made our way up to Port Rexton where we stayed at the fabulous Fisher’s Loft Inn; what a beautiful spot! They have gorgeously laid out kitchen gardens terraced along the hillsides, although not much in them yet; it feels more like May with what flowers are in bloom, and I read they got a hard frost here on June 17, so that must make the growing conditions pretty tough.

Tomorrow we hope to see some humpbacks on a whale tour!

Squishy Sharp Centre

Hello Interweb, I’m still here! I’ve just been kinda busy. Work is all consuming these days, but, there is light at the end of the tunnel!

Squishy Sharp Centre

Squishy Sharp Centre

Yesterday I put in about 17 hours at the office, starting at 5:30 in the morning and going until about 10:30 at night, all in the name of OCAD. But it was for a good cause — last night was the big Whodunit? Mystery Art Sale Gala Preview, and my knitted Sharp Centre for Design had been chosen to be included in the Gala’s silent auction! I got the idea for this after doing a 3D knitted letter “I” for a the poster my colleague Matt Webb designed for the new OCAD Viewbook (below). I was racking my brain what to knit for the Whodunit sale and this is what I came up with. It turned out pretty good, if not a little wobbly on it’s pipe-cleaner supported legs. No matter how I feel about it, it was definitely a hit. OCAD’s VP Finance & Administration Peter Caldwell won the bid on it and didn’t even know I had made it until he picked it up (that’s the “mystery” behind the sale). Needless to say he is very pleased and I think I scored some brownie points (he is my boss after all).

Knitted Letter

My knitted letter "I"

Letter

Let Your Imagination Unfold at OCAD

I’ve also been doing some other knitting, some more cupcakes. My mom is using them at the gift shop she works at for display. They’re also very popular there too. I’ve done a few Christmas-coloured ones as well.

Cupcakes

Cupcakes

Cupcakes

Christmas Cupcakes

I am SO looking forward to next week, because I have most of it off! Yay!! I’ve been calling it my “mental health holiday” because I have been burning the candle at both ends for so long now that I’m about to fall over dead. I had thought I could wait until Christmas for time off but I realized about a week and a half ago that there was just no way, no how, was I going to make it without a break.

I don’t really have anything overly exciting planned, although I happen to think being able to sleep in, bum around the house, catch up on some fall house keeping and knit to my heart’s content pretty darn exciting. I may also do a little Christmas shopping (I have very little to do actually) and I plan to go to the farm at some point and visit friends and family out that way. This break should make coasting until Christmas pretty manageable. Only one more sleep until vacation!

On hurricanes, ferries and moose

We’re just over mid-way through our holiday and we’ve hit a bit of a snag. We were supposed to be taking the ferry back to Cape Breton today from Newfoundland but there’s this little hurricane getting in the way – Hurricane Bill. We first heard about it when we arrived a week ago in Fundy National Park, and Chris was all like “oh don’t worry, we’ll be long gone before it gets here.” Problem is, now that it’s actually hitting the Maritimes, we’re a 6.5 hr ferry ride off the mainland. Boo.

So we’ve been watching the weather, getting CBC when we can, when we’re not between mountains in Gros Morne. We had a bit of a meltdown on Friday night (okay, maybe I had the meltdown). We had a lot of rain that night, and we’d heard so many reports and conflicting opinions about what the hurricane was going to do that I didn’t really know what we should do. Should we spend another night in Gros Morne? Should we high tail it out of there? How can we high tail it out? All the ferries were full. To make matters more challenging neither of us has any kind of cell phone service here, on The Rock, since Rogers appears to have only cable services here. So the only way we can make contact with any services is using Skype over WiFi whenever we find it. Can’t receive calls, can only make them.

We got the word last night that all ferries, including ours, were cancelled for Sunday, and Monday. Then today they said the storm will likely hit more of eastern Newfoundland than western, which means that Monday is expected to be clear. Now they say the storm has slowed, so getting out Monday may still be a challenge. We’re hold up in a hotel in Corner Brook, about 280 kms from Port aux Basques, where the ferry docks, waiting for the storm to start and killing time. We opted not to go to Port aux Basques because it’s a really tiny town, with only about one motel, and likely there are many others like us having to find places to stay and wait. Not to mention it’s on the southwestern coast, which is expected to see some serious storm surges and 15 metre swells. Sheesh!

Otherwise we’ve really been enjoying our trip. Sadly, we’re probably going to have to skip spending a couple days in Cape Breton, like we’d planned. I’d really been looking forward to that, but I’m trying to roll with the punches here. We’re due in Quebec City on Wednesday night so we have a bit of wiggle room. Hopefully we can indeed take the ferry tomorrow as we’d hoped. Gawd hurricanes are so unpredictable. The nerve of Bill to screw with my holiday!

Re: Moose. Newfoundland has a lot of moose. Over 120,000 actually. That works out to about 6/square km inside Gros Morne (signs indicate there have been 8 car-moose collisions inside the park so far this year). Apparently all of Newfoundland’s moose are descended from a total of 6 moose (three bulls and three cows) that were introduced to the island only 100 years ago. They call them Newfie Speed Bumps here, and we narrowly missed one on Friday night, while driving back to our Trout River campsite (and while I was having my meltdown). It was a bull moose crossing the highway and I caught sight of it about 100 yards ahead of us.

I of course have taken plenty of photos but rather than try to go through them all here I’m saving that for when I get home. Instead I’ve been using Chris’s iPhone to take the odd photo and update my Twitter page, or using my Blackberry when we have service. For some unrelated pics however, I can send you over to BlogTO and check out their feature of my garden, published last week. Enjoy!

BRING ON HURRICANE BILL!

7 days far from city life

Things have been quiet on the blog-front, and I do apologize. I’ve been living in a hay field, in a hammock, with no running water, no plumbing and a couple of horses and dogs for company. Okay well more like 70 horses and at least a dozen dogs. Oh, and some people. I spent my week off on the 5-Day Ride, put on by the Chesley Saddle Club.

5-Day Ride - trailers on the hill

Some of the trailers at camp

This is a ride I haven’t done before, and I’d say over all I enjoyed it, although there were many wrenches thrown into the plan. My friend Leanne has a young horse, Ellie, pictured below, so her older horse, King, is available for me to ride (I don’t own my own so I borrow whenever possible). We’ve planned this for a number of months, with my parents and another friend who also rides. I met up with Leanne in New Hamburg on Monday, and on Tuesday we packed up the nags and our gear and drove up to the camp, just north east of Wiarton, Ontario, on the Bruce Peninsula.

5-Day Ride - Crazy Eye Ellie

Crazy Eye Ellie

The ride is probably the biggest I’ve been on, not so much for the number of riders necessarily, but rather for the length and set up. The Club arranges for everyone’s food — three squares a day — and puts together a camper for preparing meals, a grill for cooking and a dish pit, as well as a big tent to sit under and entertainment on the Friday night. They provide hay for your horses, so all you have to do is bring your nags, and your sleeping arrangements. Most of the folks on the ride have pretty fantastic trailers, with living quarters built right in. My parents put a camper in the box of their truck which works really well. Leanne and I are still working on making our millions, so she had her tent and I had my sleeping hammock (see the image near the bottom).

5-Day Ride - dish pit

The dish pit

5-Day Ride - food tent

The food tent

My parents were expected to arrive early Wednesday, in time to join us for that day’s ride, but I got a voice mail just after breakfast that Dad had fallen the night before and injured himself pretty badly. It was the first of a few rough moments on the trip. I was pretty upset that a.) my Dad had hurt himself (again) and by doing something totally unnecessary (use a ladder next time!!) and that b.) they wouldn’t be coming. Leanne and I had a really good ride that day. As usual, King was a dream. Leanne had her hands full with Ellie, who is only four and gets pretty excited, but King is a gentleman and it’s such a treat to ride him, since I usually have either my Mom’s horse Chiachi or occasionally Rainman, my Dad’s horse (once upon a time he was mine). Both of them can be full of spunk.

But later that afternoon I got another call that my Dad was doing better (he’d been carted off to the hospital by an ambulance the evening before) and that they were going to come anyway. They had called up my 15 year old cousin Ann, who is totally horse crazy and has been getting some experience under her belt lately with some riding, to come with them. Dad couldn’t ride, but if Ann came, we could still go out with all four horses, it just meant I had to switch and ride Rainman instead. I was both happy they were coming but a bit bummed to have to give up my cushy hayburner King and instead take on a more challenging mount for the week, since Ann would need the easiest horse we had available (King).

Harv

Harvey, looking all handsome-like

5-Day Ride - our camp

Our camp, with our "guard dog" Lola

Thursday’s ride was pretty great; Ann had a really good day out with King, which was a relief since we weren’t quite sure how she would fare. It was her first time doing a trail, and in such a large group, not to mention a 5+ hour ride with only one real break. I did alright too, although there was some fighting for control between Rainman and I towards the end, as always. He’s a leader, not a follower, and he can’t stand being slowed down by anyone. I have two choices with him when he’s in a mind set to move; either hold him back and make him angry with me, or let him have his head, at which point he’ll crowd the horse in front and make someone else angry. I chose the former.

5-Day Ride - misty morning

Leanne walking Lola in the mist

Friday however, was another story all together. We were preparing to saddle up and Ann came running down to our spot in the field to tell me Mom had been hurt, and that she couldn’t ride. We were quite a way apart in our camp sites, so I hoped into Leanne’s truck and went to see what had happened. Chiachi, the brute that she is, had reared while tied and snapped her halter in three places, slipped, and came down on my Mom. She was pretty badly scraped down the back of her calf and her thigh. We think it was the saddle that got her, since Chiachi already had it on. Now I had two injured parents.

We debated which horse I’d take out on the ride but in the end I decided against going at all, since stable mates don’t separate well, and we knew if we had to separate them at all, Rainman would fare better being left alone in camp than Chiachi, and I was in such a foul mood by then that I decided against taking her, since she can be so difficult to handle and she had shown us the day before that she was in a seriously strong heat. That horse can be fun to ride but she is just as much a one-track minded brute of a beast with no respect for her handler.

It took me some time to calm down after all that. Perhaps it was the stress of having another near miss with one of my parents. I was also feeling a bit gypped on my long-anticipated holiday, as things were not working out as I’d planned. I was having a “poor me” moment, big time. I had to find a way to make the day useful and to get myself out of my funk, so I took Mom into Wiarton with Leanne’s truck and we ran a few errands, got some good drugs and some bandages, and found me some better gloves so I could avoid getting blistered hands from holding Rainman back, if we decided to go out again on Saturday. I also did some of the “chores” for Leanne and I, like pumping water out of the creek and cleaning up the manure. I also went and put gas in Leanne’s truck. By the time Leanne and Ann got back from their day out on the trail, I was feeling positive about things again.

5-Day Ride - Lola

Lola, in her undies (she's been shaved for the summer)

Mom got her courage to try going out again on Saturday, but we chose to do the short ride, since we didn’t know how her leg would feel. The short ride is about 3 hours as opposed to 5. I think quite a few people were getting tired by Saturday, since the short ride group usually only had about 5 to 10 riders on it, while that day there were about 22.

We had to cross a few cattle pastures on this particular ride, and for whatever reason, the cattle were extremely interested in the horses and came running up as a herd to the group. This caused a few horses to panic and one young girl fell off her horse. We got her picked up and remounted and out of the pasture, when another woman’s horse started acting up along the highway, and she fell off. No serious injuries but it had us stopping and starting a few times.

In the last stretch however, we had a pretty major fall happen, in another cow pasture with cattle who were very curious about the horses. This time it was an older man riding a horse that had been acting up the whole ride, towards the back of the group. We’d had a discussion the night before about how the club should be more responsible about injuries, and how we could better identify First Aid trained individuals on rides and so on. So, doing my due duty as a First Aid trained person, I hoped off Rainman and ran to the back to see if there was anything I could do. The man’s wife however was a nurse so she was already helping him. I instead took her horse from her, which she was still holding while also tending to her injured husband. The trail leaders got the group off and going to get out of the pasture and to call the ambulance, because we were just about a kilometre away from cell phone range. I opted to take her and her husband’s horse out of there, since there was little else I could do, and my Mom and I walked our two horses and their two out of the pasture. It was a scary situation, and there were some fears that he’d cracked a couple of ribs, but as it turned out, thankfully he was just badly bruised, and he was back at camp by that night. In the end, it was a model reaction for the members of the club, and will hopefully serve as a an example of how we can all respond to situations like it in the future.

5-Day Ride - King and Ellie

King and Ellie

5-Day Ride - Bo, a rare Gypsy Vanner

Bo, a rare Gypsy Vanner (isn't she just so cute?)

All in all it was a good vacation. Oh, except for the man from Pakistan who insisted on calling my cell about 30 times on Friday, starting at 6 a.m. I had to get him blocked; he just would not stop calling and leaving voice mails that said nothing and using up my limited battery life (not to mention costing me long distance charges). I had answered his call the first time which is why I knew he was calling from Pakistan but I told him he had the wrong number. Apparently he can’t take no for an answer. Now we have to pay $5 a month to block him. Yay Rogers.

5-Day Ride - sunrise after the rain

Sunrise after the rain

So now it’s back to work tomorrow. My boy is away in Baltimore for a conference so it will be a few more days until I catch up with him. Only two more weeks (and one of them is a short week!) until our two-week road trip to the East Coast. Can’t wait!! This working for a living is for the birds! Why can’t I always be on vacation??

My Hennessy Hammock

My Hennessy Hammock

More pics are available on my Flickr set, and you can see a few low-res Blackberry shots from the trail on my Twitter page, here, here, here and here.