Riding Horses in a Lightning Storm

Our fireworks this Fourth of July carried a little more punch than your average roman candle. We had to cut out seven pairs of cows and their calves at a time and then chase them into a corral and up a chute to be loaded into trailers and hauled into the mountains for the summer.

Unfortunately, we were caught in a downpour. It was raining so hard I couldn't see, and I was as soaked as if I stepped into a shower fully clothed. Not to mention the lightning slamming into the ground. We finally gave up and headed for the barn. I pushed my horse into a gallop. He immediately humped his back and started crow hopping (not quite bucking, but seriously considering it).

Of course, I'd borrowed my Dad's cowboy hat and it ended up in the dirt. Not wanting to end up on the ground, I slowed him to a trot and we kept moving.

Maybe I'm crazy, but that was the most fun I've had in a while. :D