Two things combined at the last minute to make it possible for my Dad and I to attend the first ever U.S. hosted World Equestrian Games at the Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington, Kentucky.
1. Some friends of my Dad’s weren’t able to go and he was given their tickets.
2. Someone bought a horse in Tennessee that needed a ride to Montana.
So, since this was a last minute thing, and I mean by three days last minute, there was no place to stay. Well, maybe a surrounding town had motel rooms but we had accommodations in the sleeping area of my dad’s horse trailer. What we needed was a camping spot. Those, they were fresh out of, as you can well imagine with the Grand Daddy of all horse shows going on in town. Some other friends of his, from Montana too, had driven out with their living quarters horse trailer specifically for the last four days of the show. They had beat us to town and we learned by cell phone they had scored a place to stay! “No way you found a spot?! Where?” “We’re at the fire station and there’s room for both trailers”, they said. What? The WHERE?
They had stopped at a local fire station six miles north of the Horse Park to ask where there’d be a camp ground near by. They said to them, “You can park your trailer right over there if you want.” It was just to the side of the fire house.
When we arrived we backed in beside them and I was told they offered up their bathrooms, complete with showers and washer and dryer too if we wanted. Somebody kick me, I thought! No way. I was totally prepared to rough and tough it out for three days to get to see the World Games and I ended up not having to!
I smelt good the entire time!
Thank you Georgetown Fire Department!