It was more than ten degrees cooler yesterday than it has been, which meant I had to put the day to good use. I rode both horses, Izzy twice, but when I saw that it was still only 9:30 a.m. and the weather was still relatively cool, I gave my trailer the stink eye.
I normally plan for a trailer-cleaning day. It's such a huge, physically demanding job that it usually requires a few days to psyche myself up for the job. Not yesterday. I saw it sitting there in the driveway, close enough for the hose to reach, and decided to just go for it.
I grabbed a scrub brush, the broom, the rake, and a wheel barrow. I screwed the sprayer on to the hose and marched over to do battle.
Step 1 - empty tack compartment.
Step 5 - continue to work like a dog. I next scrubbed every surface inside the trailer. The upper walls might have looked white in the earlier photos, but believe me, they weren't. After scrubbing the divider and walls, I tackled the poop-covered section. Yuck.
Do you know what happens to dried out poop when it gets wet? It turns into what looks like diarrhea. Lots and lots of diarrhea that covers your arms, hair, and occasionally lands on your face or in your eyes.
Step 6 - get the heebie-jeebies and take a break. Everything needed to dry out anyway, so I went and sat in the shade and checked in on some blogs and Facebook.
Step 8 - take a deep breath and wrestle the mats back into the trailer.
Step 9 - reload stuff. You'd think this part would be fun, but it's not. By now, I am always covered in ... wet. Wet sweat, wet poop, wet water. And the wet is covered with dried poop, shavings, and dirt.
Izzy's going on another trail ride this morning, so I am going to wait for his nod of approval - or a gigantic spook!