Cross country camp with my friends at Marysville.
Get up at some ungodly hour, feed the horses, eat enough breakfast so Sheri lets me go tack up but not so much that I actually get any nourishment out of it, on my horse by 6:30ish, jump crosscountry for like an hour and a half or maybe two hours, walk the horses out, untack, hose off the horses, poultice the horses' legs, wrap the horses legs, eat a real breakfast, take a nap or watch the younger riders, help the younger riders poultice and wrap their horses' legs, take a nap, eat lunch, go to the lake, swim to the island, play that game where we try to untie eachother's swim tops as we're about to jump off the rope swing, have a water fight that collapses into wrestling in waist deep water with muck on the bottom, somewhere along the lines lose my swim top and not notice until everyone points and laughs, laugh along with them, stop at the general store to get ice cream and a diet coke, go back to the campsite, change back into riding clothes, bitch about how hot it is in the tent while you're changing, bitch about how hot it is in general, eat snacks and chill in the shade, ride the horses dressage or stadium, untack, hose the horses, re-wrap their legs, feed the horses, help make dinner because I'm just nice like that, eat dinner, clean up dinner, ro-sham-bo for who gets the shower first, lose, hang around chatting with my friends moms who came to camp as a much-needed support team, wait for everyone to get out of the shower, take an ice cold shower in the dark everyone used the hot water and the light in the shower died, go back to the campsite and sit and chat for a while with the other older teens, someone starts yawning, we all start yawning, say goodnight and crawl in to my sleeping bag, pass out, and repeat for 5 days straight.
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