As always a diverse group of equestrians with their mounts of many styles and colors.
She's one of those gals who just has to check out a place she's never been, so off we went to see what there was to see.
This astonishingly huge tank appeared at the end of the trail. The last time I rode out there all that existed was a flat cover over a cistern.
Come to think of it that was quite a few years ago.
So now we know what's there!
Curiosity satisfied we got back on the main Bath Tub trail and passed by the mare pasture where one of the horses traveling with us lives.
Her pasture mates called out to her.
Of course even as we headed into wilderness there were the inevitable signs of civilization, antivirus face masks on the trail.
We passed through the camping area, and headed down to the Arroyo Burro river crossing.
The shady oaks on a hot sunny day were very pleasant.
Then we turned the corner to the river, which usually would be filled with an expanse of water at this time of year. But it is completely choked with reeds.
There was just enough water to get the animals' hooves hydrated before climbing up into the canyon.
this is what this exact spot looked like 5 years ago.
Tobe Mule was in the middle of taking a drink when suddenly 3 bicycle riders careened around the trail corner and skidded to a stop at the water's edge.
They were pleasant enough, but when they were informed that good trail etiquette encourages them to announce their approach when riding up on equines they seemed to have never been informed of that.
Thankfully we met lots of other bike riders who slowed down and did announce themselves, nicely sharing the trail.
We let them speed on ahead and started the ascent to Paradise Road.
From Paradise Road we could look down, across the Santa Ynez River, and back to where the rigs were parked on the grounds of Rancho Oso.
We stopped in some shade to let the animals rest a bit before continuing on.
Lots of the path was very dry, and I tossed the last of my California state flower poppy seeds out onto the waste areas. It may be too late in the season for them to take root now, there may not be rain to sprout them.
In which case the ground squirrels will thank me for delivering a treat.
There is a lot of evidence of flash flooding washing away roads and campsites.
But traveling on the four-legged as we do this was no deterrence.
Having reached the end of the route we wished to take we turned back toward home.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
― Alice in Wonderland
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