Huntsville Horsey Back Ride and Cruise

We didn’t have a big turn out Sunday, 7-22, in Huntsville State Park but I suspect most folks were afraid it would rain. Oh it did try to but the weatherman thought better of it. The warm sunny windless afternoon made for great paddleboat races by a few of the Old Farts Sports Car Club members. The water was splashing and the sweat dripped as those brave enough pushed their muscles to the limits. Unfortunately when the race was over there was no clear-cut winner. Now some one steps in says “they are all winners.”
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Those of us that stayed on the dock did not waste time, no sir. A new hero emerged from among us. A gentleman who we {I} suspect had never been in a boat much less a canoe before was trying his best to climb into one. Well one miss step and plop the end of the canoe dipped down and he slid straight into the water, thankfully he did have on a life jacket. Several folks chuckle but one was quick to the rescue, seeing that gentleman in question was in some what of a quandary (fancy word y’all) she jumped to his aide. Helped pull him out of the water, assisted him getting into the canoe and his buddy as well. At last it appeared that the two would be off for a row about the lake. OH no they paddled and paddled but went nowhere. Wouldn’t you know it our hero was quick to action she stepped up and helped the hapless duo yet again, yes folks she untied the canoe and they were finally off. When next you see our hero, Barbara, pat her on the back fore she ranks right up there with Super Woman. What a lucky man that Ric is.
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With all our members back on shore and the above-mentioned duo on shore as well the Old Farts were off for a trail ride. Nine of us climbed upon the backs of the trusty steeds. We ambled our way through the thickest of woods and deepest of mud that made the funniest nastiest noises. Why some one even had a super squeaky saddle, the birds were so frightened by the all the bizarre sounds they hardly sang any songs. But the sprits of the Old Farts rose above it all. Laugher was heard at each and every horse’s potty break why there were number ones and twos all over the place. Good news not one single Old Fart was thrown but we did have a small injury a severely broken nail, it broke way down in the middle, eeww-ouch. Hey where’s that first aid kit? Oh never mind wrong car again. Our thanks goes out to the nice folks at Raven’s Lake Stables and the fine horses that carried us especially Hercules lord knows he needs a sugar cube.
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While some of us were off playing cowboys and cowgirls the others went to WHO KNOWS WHERE. Nah they rushed off to a Mickey D’s to lounge in the A/C and sip on mint juleps (colas, water what ever). Some of us had made our request prior to departure for specialty beverages and did we get them? NO! Nobody told us they wanted money for their troubles and gas. That’s okay, yes sir, one of these days y’all are gonna need {want} me to write some thing nice about ya. With the A/C blowing like a northern gale we were off for some food. All that outdoor activity sure can make a group of Old Farts hungry. We had heard a rumor that the best steaks in Huntsville were at the El Chico. Yes I did say a Mexican food restaurant. That was the rumor, I cannot validate it as no one, let me repeat that NO ONE ordered a steak. I heard the cheeseburgers were good as well as various Tex-Mex dishes. I will tell you they had some of the best water, it was clear, cold and came in pitchers. Our poor waitress, Jasmine, was a little busy trying to keep our orders and various requests straight, but she did fine all on her own.
For those of you who couldn’t make it cause you were scared of the rain, in Mexico or maybe had to mow the jungle, we missed you and we expect to see you next time in Decatur for a sleep over.
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See ya