As for Sasha pulling me down the hill; I start out with two rocks in the sled and tie Sasha to the sled. She won't budge. Great. I untie her and she picks up a stick and runs off. (Ding!) Light bulb! ;) I call her and tie her back to the sled and throw the stick. She takes off, sled and all. Next day- I get her all hooked up to the sled...
SHE WONT PULL THE STINKIN' SLED.
Period. Nothing I can do about it. Grrr. :( It was getting pretty dark so I headed home (SO done with Sasha pulling the sled. period. exclamation point.). I just so happened to pass a steep hill and I had the sled and it wasn't dark yet and it was too just darn tempting! I tie the sled to a tree and send the sled down with a rock; the sled stops and the rock flies out. Hmm, comforting! I hop in the sled and ease myself down until the rope stops me. OK, I can do this!? I say a quick prayer and ease myself over the edge and off I go! I pick up speed quickly, as this is a VERY steep hill. When I hit the end of the rope I am moving along quite nicely and I hear a pop and down I go on the steep hill. Oh yeah and the steep slope is scattered with many little trees about the size of your index finger and about 4 feet tall. Just adds to the fun of it (nervous laugh)! So here I am, zooming down a hill (very steep mind you!) at about 10 MPH with no snow (still), and 4 foot tall demon trees. I arrive at the bottom, breathless, a death grip on the sled, and a big smile on my face. After a few moments I jump up and scream THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!
I trudge back up the steep hill and reveal my story to mom. And as for trotting bareback... Well, I'd rather not go there! :{ To be continued next time I do something completely idiotic worth blogging about! Till then, Mustang.
