Clicking the pics is a lot safer than riding a jumping horse.
Sunset over the Fairgrounds.
A decent day today, there was a light rain all night, and today the skies are overcast, but the clouds aren't thick enough to block out the sun, so I'm getting sufficient charging from my solar panels to be okay. And best of all, there was no wind, and I was in a T-shirt by 10 o'clock.
I walked over to the Hunter jumper arenas, and they were deserted. Some of the riders have left Tucson, but it appears that most of them have stuck around, presumably for the competition that starts this Wednesday.
I wandered through some mostly empty barns where the horse stalls are and got a weird apocalyptic feeling. The horses and the people were gone, but all of the people's and the horse's stuff were still lying there. It felt like all the living things had disappeared, leaving all their stuff right where they had left it. Maybe it was the Rapture! Which wouldn't be all that great because I was left behind.
I reckon tomorrow morning I'll mosey over to the office and re-up for a few more days so that I can attend the Quilt Fiesta this weekend.
I also need to do some laundry, which I dread, but dirty laundry is rapidly getting out of hand. I could revert to my military training, which says that when you run out of clean clothes, you reach under the pile of dirty clothes, drag out whatever's there, and wear those. This is based on the assumption that time has cleaned and disinfected clothes on the bottom of the pile. I don't know if that's true, but I did know some GI's that used that laundry theory for their entire four-year hitch with very few ill effects.
The Hunter Jumper arenas are deserted. And nothing is left but the memories, both good and bad. And the blood, sweat, and tears, left on the arena floor.
No one is here, I didn't even see any horses. But all of the horse paraphernalia is just like they left it.
I like these little gathering areas created and used by the various riding schools and boarding stable's that participated in these events. There all different, but they all hang the ribbons they've won on the wall.
These homey little spots must be like a dream for real horse lovers. They can have their coffee and snacks right next to the stalls where there horses are. And what's more appropriate than a bale of hay to sit on.
Usually when I walk through these areas during the competition their full of people chattering away, currying their horses, and reliving the ride that won them a blue ribbon. But now it looks just like it always looked minus the people, which is weird. It looks dead, all the life has gone, and it gives me an "only person left in the world" kind of feeling.