I seldom decide where Blue and I will go until I'm on his back and headed down the road. This morning as we turned east, I decided to ride to my little town and back.
There are several reasons I don't normally ride there: In places, there's no room to get Blue off the road because of high banks on either side. During the day, there's quite a bit of traffic, and although Blue isn't frightened by moving cars, I don't want to push my luck too much. Also, since there's a horse-breeder and trainer in town, there's a doo-doo law. If your horse poops, you have to pick it up. So I'm always scared Blue will unload in the wrong place, and I'll have to figure out some way to clean up his mess.
At 6 A.M. on Saturday morning, the traffic isn't much problem. As for the poop problem, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
I'd already ridden through town the back way and was headed back in when I took this picture; you can see how high the bank is on the right. In other spots, it's this way on both sides.
Blue doesn't get to town often, so he was taking in all the sights. I don't think we went over the speed limit.
I was surprised to see the local "Spit-and-Whittle" guys gathered at 6:30 in the morning, and told them so.
"Just us and the cowgirls are up this early," one answered.
"I'm trying to beat the heat," I said.
"Why do that? It's the horse doing all the work!"
As I was riding toward home, I turned back to take this shot. Some guy, a business owner of some sort, bought all the buildings on the right-hand side of the street and began doing a total makeover on them. He paid people to work on the remodeling all last winter, keeping heat going for them. Then when weather got nice, everybody disappeared and the project hasn't been touched since. Rumor is, the man ran out of money and is waiting until he gets more funds to finish. (You knew there would be a rumor in a small town, didn't you?)
As we passedthe local horse guy's barn, Blue nickered a greeting to a Tennessee Walking Horse.
After a detour through the cemetery, we headed home. I got here in time to make Cliff biscuits and gravy, a rare treat around this place.
To see some of Cliff's creative ideas on ways to use junk, click HERE.