Well, I walked down to the Trail Rider's stables today. I had an interview with Ron, the big boss, on Monday, and he told me to go down to the stables, talk to the stable manager, and check it out.
I spent the last three hours on a wagon drawn by draft horses, watching a bunch of cowboys shovel snow. Also hung out with them for a while in the tack room. I've been told to come by anytime, and that I have a job starting in May, if I want it.
Apparently I'd be working five to six days a week. The things I don't know how to do, such as horseshoeing, and wagon driving I would be taught on the job. They rotate the trail riders, so sometimes you're working at the Fairmont Banff Springs, sometimes you're working at the main stables, and sometimes you're backcountry.
I wouldn't be making as much money as I am now, but on the other hand I think it would be a lot of fun, and a great experience!
About Me
- KT
- “I’d like you to come mustering with me,” my boyfriend said. Until I met Jet, I can honestly say that mustering was not something I had seriously contemplated doing. This may, in part, have been due to the fact that I had never heard of it. The first time I heard the term was when Jet, having returned to Australia after romancing me in Canada, informed me that he would be out of touch for a week or so because he had to ‘muster the weaners.’ Further probing revealed that this had nothing to do with hotdogs -- except perhaps in the indirect sense -- but instead meant Jet was going to round up his young cattle and separate them from their mothers. Now, he was planning on going ‘up North’ to do more cattle work in an area of Australia that Google informed me was populated almost entirely by Aborigines and crocodiles. I agreed to come along, although not without some trepidation…
1 comment:
This sounds totally cool, Katie.
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