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(L-R) Harold/Jack - Me/Drifter - Radar - Christine/Mystique - Celia/Dirt
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- Trail: Dinosaur Wash to Box Canyon
- Miles: 10.64
- Riders: Self - Harold - Celia - Lee Z. - Christine S
- Horses: Drifter - Jack - Dirt - Radar - Mystique
- Dogs: None
Notes: It felt SO good to get out on some more technical trails. Friends from Idaho, (Christine and Lee) camped at Sophie's Flatt on their way to Apache Junction. Christine messaged and asked if I wanted to join them on a ride before they headed on to AJ. I'd never been to Sophie's Flatt.
I lent Jack to Celia's friend, Harold and I rode Drifter. I put both horses in their new Scoot Boots (fronts) and headed to Sophie's Flatt. I packed Jack's rear boots in case we needed them. Celia drove. Her trailer is big enough to accommodate without squashing them all together.
The trail took us into Box Canyon from the backside along the Hassayampa. I was surprised to see the Hassayampa still flowing with a little water. We've had zero rain for 6 months.
The trail had some seriously technical aspects. Specifically straight up/down steep, rocky ravines...over boulders and loose, moving rock. I kept an eye on Jack and his bare hind hooves and new Scoots. I don't know if I was more impressed with the boots or how well Drifter did carrying my weight up and down those sketchy parts. It looks as if Drifter has learned well from "Uncle Jack" and is indeed, a mountain goat in the making. The Scoot Boots were flawless.
We ate our lunch in Box Canyon. I put Jack's rear boots on for the climb back out. His hooves fared well with the trip in. It won't be long and he should be able to handle bare-foot on the rear as well.
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Jack and Drifter - Box Canyon
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I lost a boot on Drifter on the way back. We were between Harold and Celia and Christine and Lee - be-bopping by ourselves. Drifter hopped/climbed up one of the chutes we come down and his hoof slipped into a crevice...yanking off the boot. If he'd had been wearing shoes - it would have taken hoof along with the shoe. No damage to the boot. I didn't realize it came off until I caught up with Celia and Harold...discovered it was missing and walked back for it. Christine and Lee had found it and picked it up. At least I didn't have to walk all the way down and back some of those treacherous chutes to get it. I dubbed one particularly gnarly spot: "Hell's Chute."
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Celia - Me - Harold in Box Canyon
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I grinned and giggled all the way back to the trailers happy with my horses AND sold on Scoot Boots.