Too Many Goofs Spoil The Path

If Piccadilly Circus and the Arc de Triomphe Roundabout had a baby, it would be the Hillmomba Creach Landing. You know, the gravel road creek beach area down by Mailbox Row, with a bus-waiting shack and red NO PARKING sign.

I'm pretty sure that every person in the world will eventually pass by there. Each day I'm more amazed at what I find on this PRIVATE section of road.

Friday, as The Pony and I came back from an evening pizza run, we saw TWO RIDERS ON HORSEBACK. They came toward us on the blacktop road, and turned into Hillmomba Creach Landing. Without even signaling!

The Pony jumped out to make sure we didn't have any late mail in EmBee. He's not worldly in the equine community, but even HE said, "I wonder how many hands those horses are?" They were gigantic! Not in a draft horse kind of way, but in TALL. A couple of our neighbors have horses, but they're normal size. These were leggy, well-proportioned, thoroughbred-looking nags.

They were skittish, too. I really didn't want to come up on them. Wanted to give them a wide berth, even if it meant driving on the wrong side of the road. HEY! It's MY gravel road, so there is no WRONG side of it to ME!

The man rider had his horse well-collected, on a short rein, while it stamped and tried to whirl, ears back. The two horsemen of the eventual Apopadopalyspe were kind of trapped, in the parking area not used by those creek-floating girls' abandoned cars a couple days ago.

In front of them, preventing their progress up into our private compound, was a sidways side-by-side. I have no idea what that driver was doing, but he was sideways across the middle of the road, preventing an oncoming neon green subcompact (which I've never seen out here before) from coming out. Behind the riders was T-Hoe, waiting for the side-by-side to move, the green subcompact to come out, and the horsemen to stay off to the side so we could get by to drive to our HOME.

Never a dull moment at the Hillmomba Creach Landing.