Bar weather

A girls weekend away at the farm. Husband and daughter stay in town. So do half the girls. The clouds roll in, and we saddle up the horses to the sound of "pitter patter" on the shed's tin roof. We ride far, and venture bravely discovering new tracks in the forest. The horses slip on new territory. The boys on trail bikes stop for a chat ... longer than usual. The rain gets heavier, and we turn for home, gloves sopping wet, frozen hands and toes. Reinforcements arrive at the ranch, to help us warm the house, and get into the drinking spirit. Or is that "drinking of spirits"? Music and dancing keeps the horses awake.