So here we are in the parking lot of the Wal Mart in Regina Saskatchewan. We had heard (and seen) during this trip about how much the big mega corporation loves RVs. I suppose they’re smart enough to know that smelly overnight campers have next-day needs like deodorant, fresh water and the occasional toilet. We plan to take advantage of at least two of them.
Last night had me reaching a bit of a milestone on this trip. All voyage long I’ve been pleading whining about my desire to ride a horse and last night the dream came to fruition after meeting some really nice Drumheller residents in the form of Tessa, Lance and Vicki. Tessa, as luck would have it owns two horses. One is Sam a painted horse who stands a statuesque 14 hands tall and Rudy, a small Shetland pony, who is both industrious and adorable.
After spending an inordinate amount of time at Tessa (and Vicki’s) place of work (big clue: it rhymes with Hawston Cheeza) we were invited over to her farm for - you guessed it - a midnight ride. In all honesty I was the only one riding since (apparently) we needed two cameramen to record the nights events. I figured their interest in camera work was based on the hope of me being bucked, slammed or thrown into the wall (never happened).
I remained on Sam’s back for probably a good 20 minutes; all the time Sam ate grass keeping me squarely upright. I did ride bareback which made me feel slightly more masculine although the fact that Tessa was leading us both around like some sort of pony ride ate into that rationale a little. Still it was awesome that someone would go out of her way to satisfy some crazy Ontarions’ deep-seated desire gives Drumheller a huge thumbs up in our books.
For those of you more into visuals than in my hyperbole, here’s some shots:
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