I have one week left at my job of 16 years. It's been stagnant for a few years now, as I have reached the top of the ladder there. A new job is already lined up with the move. I found a fun part time position with a small but growing graphics company back home. Three days a week there will ensure a certain amount of income and allow time for me to focus on my own small business venture.
And speaking of the move, that's probably the most exciting thing we have going on. My little herd is packing up and moving to the mountains! I know I've mentioned it a lot on here, but it's finally happening!! We are moving onto my grandfather's farm. It's been in my family for over 150 years. It's where I grew up and learned to ride. And I'm sure it will inspire a large handful of future blog posts across a variety of topics. I can not wait to get the place set up my way and look out the window at my horse farm. But until then...
Packing up the current house has been bittersweet. I'm sooo ready to go, but there have been so many memories made in this house that it's impossible to move without feeling like I'm leaving a part of me behind. Hubs and i have joked about taking the house with us. Wouldn't that be nice.
In other, horse related news (because that's what you're here for anyway), I am now the owner of a 2015 Triple C 2 horse trailer. It's small and simple but I've never had anything this nice and I am in love. We brought it to the farm straight from the dealership to get Razz's opinion on things. He took about 35 minutes to make his mind up that the trailer was indeed awesome and that he would travel in it without protest. Well, other than his pawing. During his maiden voyage we went on a roughly ten mile around the neighborhood trip and the panelling looked like this when we got back:
There were zero marks on the panelling when we left :/ Razz will be on the trailer for more than 300 miles (over 5 hours) when I move him in a couple weeks, so obviously something was gonna have to be done about this. Initially I looked around town for 1/4 inch rubber matting sold by the foot. No one in town carries the stuff, not even tractor supply. I didn't want to drive over an hour just for the matting so husband came up with the bright idea of using some of the extra carpet we had in the garage. We put new carpet in two rooms a few months back, part of the upgrades made to maximize home value, and I scoffed at the idea of putting it in the trailer at first. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought "why not"? It was only gonna be temporary, I could replace it after my first real outing (that was fast approaching in a couple days) and it was only in the front so pooping on it wasn't going to be a problem. We put it up, I made sure the screws were smooth and flush, and the trailer now looked like this:
Just as planned, my real outing came a couple days later. Saturday morning (last Saturday) I got up bright and early, loaded the boy and his cheeky pal, and travelled about an hour and twenty minutes to a campground designed specifically for horses. Barn mate and I set out to explore their huge network of trails. Turning onto the driveway from the main road all you see is a muddy, low lying livestock pen that was kinda gross, and barn mate & I looked at one another in a questioning manner. We'd never been here before and that lot was very off putting. It was all smooth mud, no hoof prints of any kind, I figured that counted for something, and once we passed the lot, we drove through a stand of mixed hardwood/conifer tree growth and into a clean, green, manicured campground with full facilities, nice arena, fishing pond, swimming pond, and well maintained trails. Razz and company came off the trailer happy and not sweaty. We rode for a little over an hour with no idea of where we were going. The trails were all marked with signs and individual names. We just meandered along. "Let's turn here", "Just stay straight", "wonder where this one goes?", "I think I see some water, go this way". We did see water, it was a small man made pond and it looks like they dug it just for pony swimming. We waded in, Razz only went so far because he hates ponds (why horse?) and we took a more narrow, winding trail away from the pond. This trail was in another stand of hardwoods and I enjoyed the ride through trees we don't really have in the Croatan. Once we came back out to the parking area, we loosened girths and had some lunch and water, I made the boys some alfalfa tea to entice them to drink.
|rig lookin' good|
|almost ready to head out|
We had a very pleasant little break. One in which I sat back and thoroughly enjoyed looking at my horse tied to my rig. It made me wish I'd had this trailer much sooner.
I do have another trailer, had it for a long time, but Razz hates it and it got to be such a hassle to get him on, I just said fuck it. Last time we took it out was for delivering a screen printing press I sold.
Anywho, barn mate & I finished our lunches and prepared to head back out on the trails. I had just put my bridle back on when barn mate walked around the trailer holding up her bridle to show me her bit was broken. It's a western version of a french link style, and was broken on the center link. It was carelessness that led to the broken bit, and neither of us had an extra, so that was that. Bummed because it didn't have to happen, i rode over to the arena and had a 20 minute lite schooling sesh with Razz that I came away from grinning ear to ear. He felt so loose and willing after being on the trails. I'm sure the newness of the ring played a part. After 20 minutes i called it good, took my time untacking and grooming. We loaded up and came back home safely. No sweaty ponies, no injuries. The trailer hauls great, Razz likes it, couldn't ask for more.
|so happy to be back home with bestie.|
gonna break my heart to separate 'em for good
The autonomy is great, being able to pick up and go whenev. I was supposed to be on another fun trip today, but an outer band of hurricane Jose ruined those plans. I'll take it, no complaints, compared to the weather some have had to deal with. As far as the carpet is concerned, it held up perfectly. As in you can't even tell I hauled a pawing horse. He only paws when we stop or almost stop, and his barefoot hoof just glides over the fibers. The screws are all still smooth and flush, so I'm leaving the carpet til we get moved. Hubby's crazy idea worked great!