I was supposed to be competing in Flagstaff this weekend. Instead I had this:

Now, I'm not complaining about the rain. It lowered the temp 15-20 degrees, so now even though it's humid and a bit muggy it's so much more comfortable than it was. Our wildfire danger has dropped significantly. I don't need to worry quite as much about every lightning strike starting a wildfire. I suspect the grass will start greening up, though the weeds will also grow with a vengeance. The only problem is that because my arena has no footing, it's just the native clay, I can't ride. It's slicker than snot when it's wet. I would just ride down the road, but I haven't gotten shoes on Penny yet and I'd be asking for trouble if I took her mud soft feet down the gravel. I don't mind giving her time off, but she got that month off because she was lame, then it was too damn hot to ride. At this point, she's gotten almost two months mostly off and she's losing condition. That does not please me. I need to call the farrier and see if he's ordered the shoes yet. We're going to try rubber shoes this time. Fingers crossed that they'll work.

In the meantime, the boys are keeping me busy brushing the mud off them.