Taking Out The Trailer

 Day 14 Take 2 

September 27 2022 

The driveway is unusually steep and windy and the large canyon like grooves that appear from the force of the winter rains makes it that much more difficult. 

It was over a year and a half since I had hooked up the truck to my horse trailer. I’ve been dreading this moment, worried deep down inside that my ability to drive the rig was dissolving as fast as the rust was taking over. 

I looked at the trailer everyday with guilt as I watched helplessly while the rust spread like a plague on its steel. 

How many times had I given directions to people and told them they would know when they got to my house because you’ll see the unloved looking horse trailer part way up the driveway. 

I love my trailer. She’s never let me down and I’ve put her through a lot. I put the old farm truck, who was also looking a little worse for wear, in 4 wheel drive and slowly began to back the truck and trailer up the steep and winding driveway. Thankfully my trailer driving skills were not nearly as rusty as the rig. 

The first corner is a bit of a doozy and that’s where I decided I would stop. Taking the bottom half of the walk up and down with tools and supplies was good enough for me. 

Every year every horse trailer owning horsey woman pulls out her trailer and does her due diligence. First the shavings are scraped out then the matts removed to expose the naked floor. Thankfully the floor was in mostly good shape with only one small space needing to be addressed this year. 

Next the walls are smacked with a hammer or other big thing that makes holes. The idea is to make sure that no matter our pissed off our equine babies are that they can kick and scream all they like and they’re not going to kick right through hurting their poor little legs. Not to mention stripping off their tendons or getting a nasty slice that will certainly require a tetanus shot if they’re close to due. The walls like the floor were sound enough for the up and coming trip to the vet. 

The frame was next on my list and just my luck both days I had planned to do this the weather was good. Life however has a nasty habit of ruining everything as soon as I write down my plan. In the future I will remember to scheme in silence so the future doesn't know what I have in store for it.

The first I planned to hook up the trailer was the day that Punkin choked. The next was yesterday but the fish people came and we processed salmon instead. So here I was outside in the rain crawling under my rust bucket praying to every god, spirit and imp that would listen that the frame is still safe. 

Rest never sleeps. My dad taught this to me through his love of music as a child and not a day has gone by in the past year that I haven’t looked at the unloved looking horse trailer and thought about how simple the truth can be. Rust never sleeps but maybe if I can find my balance of energy out and rest in and keep a tight rein on my finances I can out work the rust this winter and pimp my horses ride. It shouldn't be too tough because the frame is still in good shape. 

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