Some mornings, after my alarm has gotten me out of bed at
5:30am and I’ve stuffed myself into my clothes, often still caked with sand,
dirt and feed from the day before, the wind is so fast and fierce it whips
through my clothes and sends shivers up my body. I wish I could store some of this cold for a
bit because by mid-morning I’m usually soaked with sweat and by the time the
first ride heads out, the sun beats down so strongly that I can feel my skin
burning beneath the first three layers of sun block I’ve already applied. This weather right now means it is winter in
Queensland.
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I’ve chosen to spend part of the season working at a ranch
on Magnetic Island, just off the coast of Townsville. At the ranch we eat and sleep quite a bit
between the long hours that we work feeding the horses, cleaning and saddling
them, raking leaves just so the wind can blow the next minute and erase our
work. We have to teach people to ride
and try to help people who speak little to no English and we have to keep the
horses, who would all be excellent animals if it weren’t for the fact that they
have people who don’t know what they’re doing riding them twice a day, from
being ruined. It’s funny, really, how
horses respond to their riders, how when I, or another guide, ride them, they
never try any tricks, but as soon as someone who has never ridden before is on
them they try to run home or stick their heads in a bush and eat the whole
time. And really I think that’s one of
the things that I love about horses, that and so many other things. Because you can always count on them pulling
some trick with some poor, unsuspecting rider who thought they were going to
simply slap down some money and have a nice relaxing ride but actually they
spend the whole time desperately clinging to the saddle while branches threaten
to unseat them and give us guides a few laughs.
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