Today was the first day when it really felt like winter. 23 degrees in the sun, the wind chill made it feel like 6. The water pump is frozen. The ground is frozen. My fingers were frozen. It’s very hard to believe that yesterday we were hunting in 46 degree sunshine and felt pretty good once we got moving.
I bundled the horses up in their blankets, broke the ice in the water tank, and gave them extra hay. They didn’t seem to mind the cold as much as I did (and my dog was begging to get back in the car), but the gusty wind made them skittish.
I’m sorry to say that I’m ready for winter to be over. And it hasn’t even started!
Ugh, winter riding is definitely a challenge. I just wrote about it myself, but now I feel like a big baby… living in the temperate southeast means I don’t *have* to have an indoor to get by, and I don’t often *have* to worry about a frozen hard ground… but still. Yuck.