Through the campus of a local college...
...to a prearranged stop at the home of friends of the Richardson's. Camella and Bill hauled all of Walter's heavy packs and Finehorn's load in thier truck, making the 17 miles much easier on our animals.
The ride as so enjoyable, and Walter was so chipper and did so well, that Sea suggested we continue together as far as Oxford, about another 3 weeks.
We spent nite Sunday night in a luxury man cave at the home of game warden and wife
CSM Terry and Patti Miles. Mr. Miles put up an electric fence for the herd, and the next day drove by to check on us as we travelled the streets through the small but busy town of Port Gibson.
We had trouble finding a spot to stop once we got on Old Port Gibson Road. I was concerned about Walter because he was now carrying his full load, and we had only expected to go at most 7 miles, what I thought was his limit so early in his conditioning. Unfortunately if people weren't home they weren't home, if gates were locked they were locked, and we had to press on until we finally after much knocking roused a young man who offered to let us stay at his aunt's abandoned property next door.
Last nite we camped under an open barn with the herd in a huge green pasture of the empty
homestead. Hope the nephew didnt regret it, as his hounds bayed at us til the wee hours. Freezing night, 27 degrees. Quiet and peaceful this morning as I make us coffee. Sun out, frost melting.
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