|January 15, 2016||Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized|
Yes, I KNOW California has been in a drought. I KNOW we need the rain. I come from a family of farmers, a father who is some sort of water civil engineer, and I’ve been steeped in a culture of canals, water rights, wells, the Delta, snow pack, levees, and yes – sometimes that 100 year flood happens in your lifetime – since before I can remember.
You guys. It has rained here forever and ever and ever this winter.
Which is good.
Not for riding.
“Just ride anyways”, you say.
Except. This is California’s central valley, and our soil (and trails) don’t handle large amounts of rainfall well. If your definition of “well” = “recreational use”.
I can’t even run on the trails post storm, much less ride. The clay soil we have in this area is slick and it takes about a week of dry weather combined with a brisk wind to make the trails useable again. Something we haven’t gotten in about 2 months.
From my limited experience of what I’ve seen other places in the country that get rainfall throughout the year, it seems like their soil and/or trail engineering is more accommodating of wet weather.
Seems like the smart thing to do is to accept that for a paltry 2 months out of the year where we get ALL our rain it’s time to engage in alternative activities.
I’ve engaged in “alternative” activities for A YEAR. I WANNA GO RIDING.
I’m writing this post to admit defeat.
December was a wash. January is quite likely to be a wash too.
It’s not just the weather’s fault. Moving, packing, and buying gets a fair share of the credit.
Which means February isn’t looking too good either – if all goes well we are closing on a house mid month and then madly doing a ton of work to update the interior prior to moving in.
But here’s the good news….if I can just make it until early March there is one of the most glorious things ever, DAYLIGHT SAVINGS.
So instead of making resolutions and declarations and promises I can’t keep, and staring at the ceiling awake at 1:30am unable to go back to sleep (how do you think this post got written?) because once again another week has passed without me doing something significant with the ponies, I’m going to make a deal with myself.
Early March. Daylight Savings. Post moving, post buying a home. That’s when ponies get to be on the official schedule again. Until then their feet get trimmed every 3-4 weeks and the tack room gets checked often for leaks. No pressure, no guilt, no tears of frustration.
Time until Daylight Savings: 57 days 17 hours 58 min 30 seconds