This post is for all my friends that I interact with. It’s a funny story about a trail ride that I took yesterday in the Yukon. Those of you that know me from our face to face classes will have a good laugh imagining me on a horse. I can’t help relating blogging to this. How else might one share a humorous incident with people that one never sees any more face to face. I also shared this story on my classroom blog. Hope my students get some laughs too!!
I am in the Calgary airport heading back to Regina. However, I have to write about an exciting incident that happened yesterday. My son really wanted to go on a trail ride. Now, the only time I have rode a horse was twenty two years ago in Banff on my honeymoon. I thought it would be such great fun and wanted to go all day. My sister-in-law who has a horse warned me that a whole day would be a long ride and talked me into a three hour ride. THANK GOODNESS!! I was so soar after that ride that I could hardly walk or even left my leg for that matter. I guess I also need to mention how scared I was when the horse got a little speedy. Needless to say I haven’t been on a horse since.
Sebastion our guide (from France) met us at the stable and casually mentioned that they had turned back during the morning ride because there had been a bear on the trail. Since I had already paid big bucks for an hour ride AND my son really wanted to go, I put my trust in Sebastion. My son and I had great difficulty trying to get the horse to turn the way we wanted it too. In fact, my son said, “Mom, I don’t think I should be doing this….it doesn’t seem very safe.” After some instructions from Sebastion, we finally got across the road to the trail. Sebastion was busy babbling in French to one of his co-workers and I had no idea what they were saying. I was quite worried when I saw the co-worker give Sabastion a can of bear spray. (We had just been at a National Park the day before and read about a walker on a hiking trail that was attacked by a bear). It was too late to turn back….
Away we went. It was actually more enjoyable than I expected. My horse stayed right behind Sabastion’s. Pat’s however, stayed quite a ways back and I was concerned about that AND I was still concerned about the bear. I know that bears generally don’t like noise so I decided to start chatting with our guide. It turned out he was an interesting young fellow who has been travelling for the last ten years. This is his first year in the Yukon and he doesn’t know if he will stay because the winter is harsh.
About 1/2 way through the ride, Sebastion was happy to share with me that the bear must have left because we had just passed the place where it was feeding on berries in the morning. Not ten seconds later, I glanced to my left and said, “oh, oh there he is.” The bear was not more than twenty five feet away but sheltered by tall grasses. I could just see his head. He was sniffing the air and Sebastion said, “he is checking this all out.”
Yes I was scared, but my son was still quite a ways behind us and Sebastion kept going. Pat told me later that his horse stopped to eat some grass. He too saw the bear but more than just the head. He tells me he gave the horse a good kick (that’s how you get them to go forward) and said “get going horse!!” The horse must have sensed something because he caught up to us rather fast.
Although Sebastion said that the bear incident was over, I couldn’t help but keep babbling to him asking him all kinds of questions hoping to make enough noise to keep that bear away from us.
We arrived back at the stable safe and sound and am I ever glad the ride was only an hour. I could barely get off my horse because my legs were so sore. I don’t think I’ll be on a horse again any time soon. I also won’t be camping in the mountains in a tent….EVER!