Up at 6:45a feeling a little lonely and a little sad and a lot uncertain.
We were off on the horses around 9am. Today I rode Spike, Roy John is still healing, but should be ready tomorrow. Started the day off bringing up the rear. That was okay with me and seemed to be okay with Spike. Pretty sure I could have been in some kind of sappy country and western music video – sitting on my horse and crying. That could be a good title for a song. I was missing my family, missing Thailand, thinking about all the goodbyes I’d said recently, and worrying about the uncertainty headed my way.
We stopped for a snack and my mood lifted. During the rest of the ride we had several river crossings and did lots of trotting and cantering. My hip wasn’t very happy at the end of the ride – had many pops and some pain while riding. It could have been the fact that my stirrups were shorter than usual, it could have been the volume of riding. Things seemed to be returning to normal after resting at camp.
I went to bed at 7:45p. I wasn’t really tired, but I needed relief from the fresh air. Not that a tent is a huge barrier to the fresh air, but it was better than sitting in the pollen filled out doors. I’m currently taking any and every medication that is offered to me. It’s a cocktail that is barely keeping things under control.