We met at the school at the early hour of 6am on Saturday. You would think that the girls would be sleepy eyed and while some slept briefly on the bus - everyone was wide awake by the time we reached Squamish. If they weren't - the singing of popular songs re-done with horse-themed lyrics would have woken anyone up! We made our way to Pemberton to stop for a bathroom break - where all 17 of us waited for the 2 stalls in the women's washroom! After a brief stop, we continued on our journey... In fact we continued a bit further than we needed to as I missed the turn off. It was a scenic drive until I was sure that we had missed our turn - so I hopped out of the bus at Blackwater Elementary to ask the local school bus driver. Sure enough we headed back on the road only to be greeted by the company owner waiting for us in his truck down at the turn off (which was not named the same thing as on our map - and google maps did not work as there was no reception... so I can't be blamed 100%). We headed up the road to meet the rest of guides and our horses.
It was a quick unloading of the bus into the trailer that would bring our things to the campsite. We then seperated into our two pre-determined groups and group one was off to meet their horses and get saddled up. They had stool for the girls who were not confident at mounting their horse or they could mount the horse from the ground. Either way we were all onto our horses in no time and moving along the trail.
I quickly learned that my horse was new to the herd and therefore was not liked by the other horses. He was picked on and sometimes nipped from behind or kicked at from the front. Poor Cinnamon. His outcast status made me like him more as I felt sorry for this little horse... I am sure I am not the only one who formed an attachment with their horse.
The trails that we were riding on varied tremendously, ranging from narrow hiking trails to overgrown logging roads to small stints on a dirt road. We learned quickly to learn forward going up steep hills and to lean back going down the hills. We also learned how to control our horse - well... that was if our horse was willing to listen to our commands on the reigns or our voices! Poor Benny Jean got stuck with Whiskey who would go off into the bushes whenever he could. If anyone had to be stuck with the mischievous horse, Benny Jean was a great fit because she just laughed at how ridiculous the situation was without getting too scared. Each horse definitely had a personality of its own!
We stopped for lunch at a beautiful lookout to admire the valley that we had just climbed. Group Two pulled in 10 minutes after us and we all had lunch together swapping stories about the ride and our horses. We then moved on as one large group to tackle some of the more challenging terrain before making our way to camp.
When we arrived at camp we busied ourselves with setting up our camp and in groups of two or three we went down to learn how to untack our horses and take them to the river to drink. It was a slow process because there was not enough room at the river for all the horses at one time. Those who weren't involved with their horses, set up camp, got changed and relaxed before cooking dinner. After dinner the girls made a fire and we roasted marshmellows, made s'mores and played some games thought up by our evening leaders. It was a great time with lots of laughs.
The next morning everyone was up well before the 7:15am wake-up call. It may have been because our guides were up early getting the day started by taking the horses to the water to drink... or because of the leader group waking up at the early hour of 5am without really falling asleep again! I am not sure that the girls fully realized how much work the guides did behind the scenes with the horses being taken to the water at night before bed and having to wake up in the middle of the night to deal with a couple of horses that were not getting along (yes, Cinnamon was one of them - being chased around the corral by a couple of bullies). But we were up and getting ourselves sorted with a blue sky and chilly morning. Again, in sets of three we were off to learn how to brush and tack our horses.
By the time we got on the trail it was almost 11am. But we set off and moved as one large group. The horses knowing that they were back at work had mixed reactions: some grumpy at being saddled, others knowing they were going home and wanting to get it over with, still others just OK with anything. Cinnamon got off to a rough start with Andy behind him (despite Aine's attempts to stop him from biting he seemed to be on a mission) and Turbo (Sunny's horse) wanting to kick from the front. But eventually after a few good climbs the horses all settled down and we got into an order that was OK for most. We did not stop this time and headed directly to the trailhead.
After a brief challenge of opening the bus door, we loaded in and off we went on our drive home. It was a great trip and I think that we all learned something new whether it be from the camping or the horses...
Enjoy the pictures!