Alabama/ posted in: CTR
I’m somewhere in Alabama. I’m judging a competitive trail ride this weekend. You have to be sort of trusting to be a judge in this sport. I realized as I was about to get on the plane last night that I hadn’t heard from ride management in months so I had no idea who (if anyone) was picking me up. Usually I fly into a major city and then try to find my ride. In movies people find people at airports by holding up a sign with their name on it. No one has ever done that for me. They might be wearing a shirt with a horse on it or holding a horsey magazine. I feel like a spy making a deep undercover meeting. I knew the person who met me last night so that was easy.
Then I get taken somewhere. Since the events happen where there are miles of trails I’m usually driven into the back of beyond to a campground. It may be a formal campground like here or it may be a field where we are camping for the weekend.
I hope I’m never in a situation where I have to know where I am. Right now I can tell you that I’m about 2 hours away from Montgomery. I’m not sure what direction. I live in cabin 4. I’ll spend the weekend watching people ride horses and then someone will take me to the airport. Not a bad gig as long as I’m not picky about knowing where I am.