Monday, January 27, 2014

WEF Day -1 and 0

Originally I was going to title this blog as WEF day 1 and day 2, but given my travel experience, I didn’t think it really justified what my true WEF experience was going to be like.

Our travels to WEF while basically smooth, were quite arduous. 

Day one was planned to be an easy 10 hours from Austin to Mobile for a nice layover in a cute little place called Rocking A ranch.  And it was.  Until this.

What is that you ask?  Oh that’s the total of 4 hours of traffic, including 1.5 hours completely at a standstill.  Thankfully on a whim we stopped early for Diesel, otherwise I’m not sure we would have made it through.  So our original 6pm arrival time turned quickly into 10:30.  We got the horses settled in, while DC quickly made friends with the pet turkey.  

Day 2 we woke up bright and cheery from our extended amount of 4 hours of sleep excited to get back on the road!  Or grumpy and in disbelief that we had 9 more hours to go.  You can pick which reality you believe.  9 hours?  9 hours doesn’t sound so bad, except 9 quickly turned into 11 with two unplanned extra stops for food and an extra special visit from the agricultural police of Bay county.  Note to self, if you ever go through Florida with a trailer, pull into the ag stations, or face the consequences.  We got off with a warning and were only a few short 8 hours away from our destination.  

When finally arriving in WEF, we did so to a dark, strange barn with no one around.  DC had a traveling companion named Danny for this trip, a horse that I brought down at the request of my trainer.  This horse was to be delivered to a barn 3 miles from our final destination.  When I did finally sort out where the horse went and who to hand him off to, he was unloaded while leaving DC on the trailer still.  If you know even one thing about horses, you know that they are herd animals, and they will "herd" with even a herd of two.  I thought at that moment that DC might literally come undone in the trailer.  His herd had left him, he had no friendly turkey and he was STILL IN THAT #$#@$%@# TRAILER.  That is my interpretation of the ensuing melt down.  Thankfully we didn't have far to go and were met at his new home of 3 weeks with a large stall, fluffy shavings, and dinner.  A happier horse could not be found, even if dinner was only 5 hours late. 

In sum, we arrived safely in record time, if in fact you were going for the record for slowest trip ever. 


  1. I experienced the FL ag station... & I too had an oops the first time around lol you got off lucky. We had to wait 4 hrs for a vet to arrive to approve one of the passports because the vet who filled it out missed something :-/


  2. Welcome to blogging, looking forward to the rest of your adventure!

  3. My momma had the same problem when she took the horses to Florida during my family's move. The nice policeman gave her a warning and told her to be sure to stop at the next one but she was definitely a bit concerned about being pulled over with two horses in the trailer.

  4. Just found your blog through shemovedtotexas' March Madness, glad I don't have to go too far back to start at the beginninh :-D