Some days when entering miles, I simply breeze through the comments looking for the number so I can quickly get them posted. It doesn’t take long, really, but time is a commodity these days. I much prefer when I can go through and thoroughly read your posts and click over on your tracks and see where you ride via Garmin Connect tracks.
Since “the weather” has returned, I have been reading through the comments more closely and Team 23 Reilly caught my attention obviously because we both have mares named Windy and spelled the same as my Windy, rather than the traditional spelling of Wendy. So I jumped over to Reilly’s bio and found that her Windy is a four-year old Morgan filly. And if that is her being ponied in the picture, she is quite pretty. Those Windys are nothing if not pretty, you know. Would love to hear more about Team Reilly’s Windy.
My Windy was named after the weather conditions on the day she was born. She was not due for a couple of weeks so we had not separated Ginger, her dam, from the herd yet. That morning as we were making coffee, John glanced out the window and in the corral he saw a little baby standing next to Ginger barely standing as the wind was blowing so hard. That was our Windy.
We got the predicted snow here in Saunders County. Its deep and wet and heavy and quite pretty, really. Its not terribly cold and if weren’t for the wind, I might have considered grabbing my jingle bells and dashing though the snow just to add a few winter wonderland miles. But for now, I’ll hunker down.