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By Elizabeth de Medici
Rocky Mountain G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised in the South)
Ty Pennington once said, "Life’s a roller coaster, and you never know when it’s going to take a turn." Of course the same could be said for horses, cattle, or even golf carts.
That said, let me begin this column with a disclaimer – The ladies involved in this story were unknown to me when this event occurred. I guess EVENT should have been capitalized.
That said, I have a cousin who is an expert horsewoman and an even better teacher. She has two friends, who are now friends of mine, named Chris and Denise.
On the evening I was told of this event, the four of us were near Chris’ horse barn and they were trying to teach me how to rope calves. It was so much fun I did not want to leave.
After an hour or so, we were all getting pretty silly and that’s when the story of the "event" came up.
On most of the farms and ranches here in this part of Arizona, people use golf carts to get around. It helps to get chores done faster, I suppose.
Anyway, my cousin began talking about the night they were all in the lighted arena by the horse barn, when all the sudden everything went haywire.
Apparently, Denise was supposed to load barrels into the cart and distribute them in the arena so the others could practice barrel racing.
Now, let me set this up – my cousin was already on her horse and loped over to the golf cart in order to get her cup of spirits off the top of the cart. As she did so, one of the barrels shifted and landed in the front seat and then down to the floorboard.
At this time there is no one in the golf cart – just the barrels. The dislodged one then lodged itself on the "drive" pedal and off it went – in a great big circle all around that great, big, well lit arena – just like it was the star of the show. The only thing that golf cart needed was some twinkle lights and noise makers. YEHAW!!!
My cousin was trying to chase it while on her horse, Chris was being chased by the cart, and Denise was on foot chasing that cart for all she was worth. "I’ll get it," she screamed. "Don’t worry I can catch it. STOP you %*+@^ cart!"
In the mean time, there were three other people on horses in the middle of the arena virtually connected to one another while watching wild-eyed at the comedy unfolding before them. I was told that these three folks sat on their horses like they were super-glued to their saddles and all three horses were super-glued to each other.
Chris just looked at the trio and calmly said, "Oh, no need to worry. This happens all the time. We have everything under control."
All you have to do is climb back up on that horse!
Welcome to MY life!
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