This is one of those places that always make my mind say, "If Only." If only a local group of concerned riders or just regular citizens wanted to make this into a really outstanding horse camp, all they would have to do is... In this case, although the horse camp itself is pleasant enough, with electric on every site, water between every other site, a bathhouse with hot and cold running water and a shower in each bathroom, easy back-in sites, etc., what's missing are trails that are well-marked (which they're not), and horse-friendly (which they're not). The only trail map I could find on the internet was literally hand-drawn. Granted, I forgot to ask the camp host that checked me in for one (nor did he offer), but I got the impression from the hand-drawn map that the camphost was the one who made it, though I could be wrong on that. In any event, after dialyzing Hubby in the morning, I was saddled up and ready to go right after 1:00, with map in hand and my GPS programmed in with a plan that would cover most of the park, as best as I could make it out. Unfortunately, there's a bit sign at the trailhead saying No Dogs on Trail, so I left Lola back at the camp, though I wished she could have come along. Apollo was on his best behavior, happy to be back on the trail, at least in the beginning. We had had some rain yesterday, so I knew the trails would be slick, and they were, but nothing too bad. What made it tough was that, first, there were no trail markings. I mean, occasionally I would see a paint splotch on a tree, but very seldom, and there was nothing on the map indication what "color" trail I was supposed to be on. There was that. Then we began running into some very steep grades, with no real switchbacks, just straight up and down. With all the rain, they were so slick that more than once Apollo was literally sliding down with his legs out front, mule-style. I had to make him go back and forth switch-back style on several occasions, just for safety's sake, but I hated going off the trail, not knowing what dangers might lay in the woods. Next, there were the downed trees. Dozens of them. Many had obviously been down for a long time, and alternate trails had been carved around them, but there was no excuse for someone, park-affiliated or otherwise, not to come and clean up some of these down trees. Some were in quite dangerous places, going up and down on steep slopes, which made it even trickier. Once we got further south, though, the terrain got a bit let slope-y, but the downed trees got even worse, especially through what would have otherwise been a nice pine forest. I got lost so many times it got old in a hurry. My GPS track wasn't even close to my plan, but I continued weaving back and forth trying to cover as many trails as I could. I ran into several people along the way; a group mushroom-hunting, and a fisherman along Shoal Creek, which Apollo and I forded in order to go see the birdhouses, which didn't really turn out to be much. At least on the other side of the stream the trails were a bit more reasonable. In the end, I did manage to cover just over six miles of trails, which, even though it wasn't every trail, it pretty much covered the park other than a few crossovers through the woods. Towards the end of the 3-hour ride, Apollo started getting a little tired and cranky, reluctant to do the hard grades on the north side again, though it was the only way back to camp except the road, which I didn't want to do. He was a good sport in the end, though, and did everything I asked, without any tantrums, just a little hesitation, which I truly understood. He's nowhere near as fit as he used to be, and he was obviously tired, but we managed, yay! Got back to camp just after 4:00, got him cleaned up and put away, and stowed as much gear as I could for our early start out tomorrow. If Only... A saddle club or citizen group would clean up the trails of downed trees, created some alternative routes that included switchbacks instead of straight up and downs, marked the trails better and made a nice map, then this would be a really great place to spend a few days riding. Otherwise, I'd be hard-pressed to want to come back again. After a beer at the picnic table, explaining how Hubby would have HATED this ride, we eventually settled down for the evening.
Sunday, April 22, 2018 – Third Day of Midwest Horse Expo and Travel Back to Rock Cut
Today we didn’t get to the Exhibit Hall until just before 8:00 when it opened, so we missed out on donuts (well, I managed to get a few later on when they restocked), and the traffic was, understandably, much slower today. My two presentations were at 11:30 and 1:00, almost back to back, and afterward, I took a walk to the barn to find out when the drop dead time to get Apollo out of his stall was. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened in Indianapolis to happen here, so I was taking every precaution. The person I found didn’t know, but she called me later to say that they would be starting to break down the stalls at 4:00 a.m. Darn it! We had hoped to spend the night here and not have to rush out after so many long, tiring days, but it looked like that plan was shot to hell. Hubby and I debated about just putting Apollo in the trailer for the night before we went to bed, or going to get him at 4:00 a.m. and doing it then, or trying to drive back down to Rock Cut. In the end, the decision was kind of made for us. After the event ended and we loaded out, just as I was putting the last of our stuff away, I went to wash my hands under the spigot, and they had turned the water off already! Well, that did it. We suddenly didn’t feel secure that they wouldn’t turn the electricity off in the middle of the night as well, so we rushed around and got everything loaded asap. Fortunately, by then, there was very little traffic waiting to get to the barn, so we headed across the parking lot and got Apollo and all his stuff loaded up by 7:00. That gave us just over an hour of daylight to make it to Rock Cut, which was just over an hour’s drive. We decided to take the direct route, which demanded a nearly $5 toll just to go one or two exits into Illinois, but it was better than arriving after dark. At least we weren’t dealing with snow this time! We arrived just as twilight was waning, but I managed to get Apollo set up in no time, and we settled in for the night fairly quickly. It’s only about 250 miles to Lake Lou Yeager from here, so there’s no point in getting up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, hoping to catch up on some zzzz’s tonight!
Monday, April 16, 2018 – Shopping Day
After dialyzing Hubby, I had to take a ride into nearby Shelbyville to do some shopping at the local Walmart, as well as drop off some books at the post office to be mailed. Even on the road, I do my best to fulfill every book order with a day or two of receiving it, since my website is the only place to get it (or at one of the horse fairs and expos I’ve been attending lately.) I’ve been asked if you can get it through Amazon, and the answer is “No,” because, frankly, they take too big a chunk of money on their end to print and fulfill. I might get a larger distribution, but I’m happy keeping up with it myself, for the moment. Of course, if it starts getting to be hundreds of books a week, I may change my mind! At the moment, though, I can still handle the demand, so I’ll keep going with that for now. One thing about driving in central Illinois, everything is flat and straight, so the drive was an easy one, and I was back practically before Hubby even missed me. Well, maybe just a little bit :-).
Sunday, April 15, 2018 – Tax Day, Ugh
Took the day off from dialyzing to get my taxes done, ugh. I usually get it done earlier in the year, but these first few months have just been so busy I haven’t had time to think straight! But that means that I’ve been dragging around that weight for far too long, fretting over when I’d have time to get it done. Managed to finish it and get it sent off electronically by mid-afternoon (thank you TurboTax!!), and relaxed the rest of the day, feeling a great burden had been lifted. Whew!



















