In which we go up the Hill of Death and we don't see things the same way
Fiddle and I agree on many things, but our perspective
of the world is, of necessity, quite different.
|Pretty view, right?|
ME: Look how far up we are! I can see Mount Constitution! I can see Lummi Island!
FIDDLE: I can see monsters. Monsters everywhere. How am I supposed to keep this silly little monkey safe with all these monsters around?
We were out riding with Kitty and Mak.
|"Why are we trotting through all the food?"|
Fiddle's thoughts about Mak are complicated. He's a bother. He's a pest. Maaaaa, he's LOOKING at me!
She sorta loves him. Like, "sorry, I know he's a gelding and I know I was spayed
I actually had to use the riding crop to short-circuit the peeing thing and get her mind back on her feet. Once she was trotting, the peeing thing stopped, thank the stars.
|Kitty thought it was hilarious.|
The route we took isn't interesting. It mostly exists on my training list because it's a Big Steep Freaking Hill.
We weren't aiming for a fast ride. The ground is pretty hard right now (no! rain! lately!) so we walked a bunch of road that I would normally trot.
Plus, of course, the moral obligation to hop off the horse and walk down the hill beside her once we've got to the very top!
|That squiggly bit at the top is switchbacks. Original page HERE|
|This graph shows the "shape" of the ride...and the shape of the hill!|
|Color by God and Studio Ghibli|
You can't help seeing how pretty the world is from up here.