Upshot is... I was so mad as we went out the gate I was telling Butch he better speak Spanish, but he redeemed himself completely. He went the whole 16 miles without making any scenes, at a good steady walk, behaving like a gentleman every time I got off and on. We had a great ride and when we pulled in, his only sweat was under the saddle pad (and he wasn't dehydrated - he drank plenty at every opportunity).
About an hour into the ride, I finally let go of the idea of trading for the molly mule. I've messed around long enough, far too long in fact. I'm taking Butch. He's a good good mule, I know him, and he knows me. We'll try it again together.
So... restart tomorrow! Said my goodbyes to new friends the Kleins, packed up, Kathy leaves for her home up north and Lee will trailer us out to our new starting point tomorrow. Doing it more wisely this time - have places to stay lined up for all but one night of the next two weeks.
If you're reading - thank you for following the ride - posting might be spotty for a while.
All the best to you and yours!
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