Had an upsetting misadventure today. I have wondered why I have so many misadventures on the trail. Probably because I ride 2 hours every day and go far out and long. And have been doing so for 60 years.
My daughter's teen friends came out to ride this afternoon. I asked them which direction they'd like to head. My daughter wanted to go a way I hadn't planned on riding, but I went that way to please her. I don't know if I'm glad I did or sorry I did.
We got to a house decorated with tinsel and swinging things from the trees near the road. The horses didn't like going past them at all. This was "their" road and it didn't ever have swinging shiny things on it. I'm sure we didn't notice the yard in the next house (the houses are quite far apart) because of dealing with snorting and spooking.
On the way home, my daughter wondered why our much-liked neighbor was lying out in his yard. This man isn't exactly a friend, but he always greets us riders and has a word or two with us. He sold my neighbor his horse trailer. He had a dandy two wheeled horse cart that he couldn't sell, so he gave it to
@4horses. He sold his set of panels to our riding friend for $100, when each panel was worth $70. He's a generous and kind man that we interact with regularly.
When we rode up to the gate, it didn't look good at all. I dismounted, handed the reins to my daughter, and went to see if I could help him. On close inspection, he looked very dead. I told my daughter to call 911--she had a phone--I'm so old fashioned, I still often don't carry a phone--no pockets.
The 911 operator asked if he lived alone. I knew he had lived alone, but didn't know if someone had moved in. They asked me to check at the house and see if I could rouse anyone. No one answered my knock, the door was unlocked, so I went a little way in, calling to see if I could get anyone to answer. The man's little fluffy white dog came to snarl and growl at me, so I didn't go in any further. He has a dachshund too, but I didn't see that dog.
I asked my daughter's friend to call her daddy to come wait with us. I felt so creeped out waiting for the ambulance. My daughter wanted me to feel for a pulse or try to revive the man, but I wouldn't do it. Part of it was reading too many mysteries. I didn't want my fingerprints on a dead person. Part of it was that I was 99 44/100% certain he couldn't be revived. He looked pretty bad.
Finally, the emergency vehicle arrived and confirmed that he was dead. They began by covering the body, and we headed home on the horses. The sheriff stopped us about halfway home and asked us some questions, which we answered, and then put the horses away.
This incident bothered me much more than it did the girls. I think because I had a relationship with this kind man, much more than the girls did. I had been to his house several times, we often chatted. I had his phone number. Partly because the girls are young and death doesn't affect young people as much as people who are closer to death ourselves. Partly because I made them wait on the other side of the gate, a good ways from the man lying in his large yard. I think of him living alone, having a heart attack or stroke, and falling, dying alone. I am so sad for the situation. I also am so very tired of people dying. We have lost so many people in the last year and a half.
Ever since I was a teenager, I have worried about finding a body on the trail. My riding friend and I came very close to finding a murdered woman on a trail where we rode every Saturday morning, but fortunately for me, we rode right past the body, not knowing it was there, and someone else found it about an hour after we rode through that area.
When I was a teenager, I was riding in a very deserted secluded area of gravel pits. A car passed me with a man and a woman in the car. I thought it was odd because the road didn't go anywhere, except where they dug up the gravel, and there were no houses anywhere near there. About an hour later, the car passed me going the other way, but only the man was in the car. I always wondered what happened to the woman. Chilling.
If anyone else wants to share a misadventure, I would like to read about it. I wish this had not happened to me.