Thursday 26 July
This morning Karen collected me from Lana’s with my bags. I
always over-pack and wonder when I’m lugging bags around tiresomely why I
couldn’t have left half of it behind.
I checked feeds were sorted for the rest of the week and
then helped Karen with horses. We ended up bringing all four horses down. I had
the camera while she worked Bracken in the arena quickly before the kids at
camp came down. She then took Chico out into the field, as the kids are not
really in control of their ponies and it’s easier to go elsewhere. When she
realised we had a lot of spare time, she asked me to get Sully. He was
receptive to the quiet work I started with, managing to stand still instead of
moving off during much of it, which shows he is starting to find his balance
and his trust in the work. Karen then worked Fon, also in the field. She was in
a good space today: soft eye, kind expression, easy and flowing way of moving.
Her rhythm was consistent and her transitions easy. She offered the movements
without hesitation.
I changed from barn clothes into jeans and a tank top. I ate
my sandwich (early lunch) as Karen drove me to the ferry. A short wait later
and the ferry opened for boarding. The trip over to Seattle takes 35 minutes.
The water is beautiful on a day like today, glistening in the sun.
The Seattle skyline appeared and its features cleared as we
got nearer. Soon enough it was time to leave. I followed the footpath straight
ahead for a couple of blocks before checking my bearings. I found a coffee shop
close to the train station to sit down and kill some time.
The King Street Station is getting a much-needed overhaul,
so the place is more than a bit of a shambles. I waited in the queue for
assigning seats for twenty minutes (no one was issuing seats). The heat and
humidity made me wish for a beach and a pair of shorts. Finally, I was issued my seat and could board. Shortly after that we were off.
As we got further and further from the woods around Seattle,
the country and sky opened up. Much of the journey featured landscapes and
details I simply couldn’t catch with the camera. I will have a lot of
out-of-focus images to delete when I download the photos to my laptop.
I have managed to power through a good portion of a book I
started last night, but there is only so much reading I can do in a moving
vehicle. I picked at the food I packed for the trip, more out of boredom than
hunger. Besides needing to put my book down and rest my eyes, I haven’t tried
to sleep so that I have a good night’s rest tonight.
One
of Peggy & Susan’s “PIT” (practitioner in training) instructors, Karen C, offered to collect me at
Albany and put me up for the night.
Karen was the only person at a train station looking like
she didn’t have a clue who she was looking for, so it was easy to work out who
I was going with. Her house is about 10 or 15 minutes from the station. She
briefly introduced me to her horses then we ate the Thai takeaways she had
picked up for dinner (and even though I wasn’t hungry at all, we polished
everything off!). Before bed, we both went to the barn and she dealt with one
mare’s feet (she puts epoxy around the rim of the hoof, sort of like a shoe, to
prevent abnormal wear of that hoof). I got to bed at 10.30pm and was out like a
light.
Random scenery thoughts from the train journey:
Fallen tree trunks suspended in mid-air, mud marks metres
above the level of the stream below.
Playgrounds, baseball fields, an arena for horses who could
cut and rope and run barrels.
Abandoned barns, long grass and weeds threatening to take
over.
Greenhouses, crops, fields of cut grass waiting to be
tedded, turned, baled into hay.
Dogs crossing the road.
A large owl in a tree, a few minutes
before a stop in Kelso ,WA.
Sidings filled with wildflowers in bloom.
Streams and lakes and wetlands, trees and plants I cannot
name... Reeds rushes, lilies, blackberries.
Highways and driveways and everything in between.
Horses,
cows, a herd of goats.
Houses and yards neat and tidy, through to those choked
with junk, decaying and rusting away into nothing.
18 wheelers hauling freight.
Acres and acres of industrial land, airstrips. Rivers,
streams, lakes. Roadside restaurants, highway motels, towns I have never heard
of and don’t remember the names for.
A half moon hanging in the pale blue sky.
Up at 5.30am to eat some breakfast and have coffee before helping Karen to finish packing the trailer and load her two horses. It is about an hour's drive from her house to Brownville, where the clinic is being held.
It has been a hectic day. I feel like I haven't stopped since I got out of bed. We spent time sitting in the morning, discussing people's horses and goals. Peggy introduced and reinforced concepts. The obligatory people exercises came out for about half an hour.
One group of horses came out before lunch for initial groundwork. At lunch, Susan showed me the tent I was sleeping in, all kitted out with air mattress, foam mattress and sleeping bag. The other group of horses came out for groundwork after lunch. Finally, the two groups came out for a riding session.
I ended up doing a lot of stuff: walking one of Karen's horses (who was having a bit of a moment); helping support a rider with the wand (the horse needed a little more oompf); leading Joan's mare when she was having a meltdown, to give Joan a break; all sorts, really.
It turned out that another PIT, Lori, has had a rough run lately and was very grateful for any additional help, so I am at her place for the tonight and tomorrow night, though I really will sleep in the tent for the following two nights!
I will be quiet until I get back to Washington: I have another 5.30am start tomorrow (breakfast, loading a horse Lori has on trial, to take to the clinic - an hour from here - ready for the 9.00am start with horses).
Sunday is the last "clinic" day. That night is some sort of fund-raising dinner in Brownville, so I will tag along with the group. Monday is lessons and Tuesday we travel 'home.' I think I may stay with mum's cousin and his wife for at least a few days. I think they sort of expect me for at least a little while, plus I have to collect my Lodge cast iron casserole dish (I am simply DYING to make a loaf of bread! I miss cooking and baking, a LOT).