GoldNBoy
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I took a scary fall this time down in the canyon. In places the trails going into the canyon are very steep, steeper than normal stairs. Jagged rocks, cactus and gnarled cedars are there to slow your 500' descent.
I had dismounted to get under low cedars, holding branches out of the way. I was well below my horse, on one of the few level spots, about the size of a kitchen chair. I was looking at a 5' drop, followed by a switch back and another 4' drop, when my horse started to slide. I scrambled, but couldn't get out of the way.
The horse stopped on the same little shelf I'd been on. A thousand pounds slammed into me, sending off the edge backwards. I was clawing at thin air, as my feet passed between me and the midday sun. I completed my flip, and slick leather soles hit the trail 12' below. Somehow, I had kept hold of one 8' rein, and was scrambling for traction. I reached out with my right hand, for anything to stop myself, and grabbed a cholla cactus. As much as that sucked, I was glad it was there.
I took a minute to pull the worst of the spines, and climbed back up to my horse. She was still teetering three legged, on the little shelf, shaking as bad as I was. I discussed the situation with my shaky horse, and we decided that she was in charge of walking. So, I mounted up, and we slid down the canyon wall as one.
Other than some mean road rash, colorful bruises & a couple dozen broken spines still buried in my hand, I'm okay. If I hadn't grabbed a handful of cactus, they'd be burying me today.
A young guy that came with wasn't so lucky, even though he stayed on the bottom of the canyon. His horse zigged, and he zagged. He landed in the rocks and cholla cactus, breaking his right arm. He had to be hauled out for xrays and a cast.
I had dismounted to get under low cedars, holding branches out of the way. I was well below my horse, on one of the few level spots, about the size of a kitchen chair. I was looking at a 5' drop, followed by a switch back and another 4' drop, when my horse started to slide. I scrambled, but couldn't get out of the way.
The horse stopped on the same little shelf I'd been on. A thousand pounds slammed into me, sending off the edge backwards. I was clawing at thin air, as my feet passed between me and the midday sun. I completed my flip, and slick leather soles hit the trail 12' below. Somehow, I had kept hold of one 8' rein, and was scrambling for traction. I reached out with my right hand, for anything to stop myself, and grabbed a cholla cactus. As much as that sucked, I was glad it was there.
I took a minute to pull the worst of the spines, and climbed back up to my horse. She was still teetering three legged, on the little shelf, shaking as bad as I was. I discussed the situation with my shaky horse, and we decided that she was in charge of walking. So, I mounted up, and we slid down the canyon wall as one.
Other than some mean road rash, colorful bruises & a couple dozen broken spines still buried in my hand, I'm okay. If I hadn't grabbed a handful of cactus, they'd be burying me today.
A young guy that came with wasn't so lucky, even though he stayed on the bottom of the canyon. His horse zigged, and he zagged. He landed in the rocks and cholla cactus, breaking his right arm. He had to be hauled out for xrays and a cast.