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Tue, Aug. 6th, 2013 | 09:15 pm  slavezombie

281 miles
Today was a lazy day of riding. 281 miles thru The Black Hills of South Dakota.

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from: pandemo
date: Wed, Aug. 14, 2013 10:49 am (UTC)

The funniest thing I ever did in the black hills was to unload my stallion on a busy highway with no shoulder, wander down the road with him until he formed the fifth head, squat down beside the center line, and wait for his ears to prick up so he looked good.

The most painful was riding downhill on a green broke mare in a hail storm while golfball sized hail left bruises on all horizontal parts before I got back to the meadow where the four horse awaited. There was a stream going through the center of the field, with one of those slanted concrete water ways in lieu of a bridge. Just as we slid to the bottom (her shoes on hail = not firm footing), the wall of water coming down hit the crossing. A crack in the concrete forced a fountain of water over our heads. I figured I was going off, landing on concrete. Instead, my mare leaped from the bottom clear over all the concrete onto the unpaved roadway.

A wild, heart-pounding ride I'm glad to say I survived.

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from: slavezombie
date: Thu, Aug. 15, 2013 12:16 am (UTC)

I've only heard stories about some of the bikers en route to Sturgis who've encountered weather like that, golf ball size hail storming down on them. I guess I've been fortunate to travel that far with merely a smidgen of a storm cell to ride thru.

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