Everybody needs dreams. I've had lots of 'em. This one is a doozy. Travel cross country, alone, by equine power.
All my life I dreamed of making the journey by horseback. When I turned 50, I climbed back on a horse for the first time in 35 years, step one towards the dream. Then I changed plans from riding to driving a wagon. Horse became mule. Bought wagon gear to build wagon. Bought mule to pull not-yet-built wagon. Broke unbroke mule to ride so I would have something to do while building wagon. Attempted to learn driving so I would not kill us both while steering wagon (that was not yet built). Rode every day, became much better at riding. Forgot much of what I had learned about driving. Changed plan back to making journey by horseback... now muleback. Traded not-yet-delivered wagon for not-yet-built custom saddle. We'll see where this goes.
In the meantime I've been having a blast for the past 2 years with my good mule, Butch!
I am a little obsessed with this subject, so this blog is an outlet where I can go on and on about it without worrying about people crossing the street when they see me coming...
And if anybody who visits it wants to correspond with comments or whatever that will be most welcome. Thanks for reading!
I enjoyed reading your blog. I like your way with words and find your newest dream to be something a lot of folks would want to do. Folks like me. But I am too old and so I will live this journey vicariously through you and Butch!
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