The Turtle


When I was working at the stable at the Honeymoon Resort, our trail passed a small lake at the top of a steep hill. It then wound down the hill to a marshy area with a pond in the middle of the marsh. Every year large snapping turtles would travel from the lake, down the trail, to the pond to lay their eggs and back to the lake. One year, as I was descending the hill with a group of riders behind me, I came upon a turtle “blocking” the trail. By “blocking” I mean it was so large it completely covered the trail. There was no way the horses could step over it or go around it. I got of...

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