As a third generation HS English teacher, this is my default. Luckily, maybe, because I was a dance student and teacher for a few decades, too, and a lifelong rider – ergo student – I can sometimes manage this teach-y, explain-y reflex in a way that enables me to keep few good friends.
And yes, in the disaster-help department, horse people show up. In the first hours of the Thomas Fire, Dec. 2017, the prep school where I taught had to evacuate 35 horses directly in the fire’s path. Ignited about seven miles away, carried on winds blowing 50 mph in our direction, this fire was the first of several huge, high octane California wildfires. It took all the riding staff, the school’s three trailers, two staff-owned rigs, and basically anyone who knew anyone with a trailer to get the horses to safety.
If you’ve ever loaded horses into strange trailers in 50 mph winds and pitch black – power lines started the fire, so electricity had been cut – you have some idea of what this task was like and people volunteered to do it. Despite the sandblasting and the increasing smell of smoke, the horses and people got it done. Within a few hours of our evacuation, the girls’ dorm had been destroyed, and the fire was burning close enough to the barn to melt a huge section of rubber mats.
Pulling in one direction, we’re mag-freaking-nificent.