one of those days...

Having second thoughts about going to Kansas City... second thoughts
about using Walter as a solo mule... doubts about my tent, tether rope
and other things...

Walter busted through a pipe-fence gate scraping his back (yes, through! He leapt between the rails, lifted it off its hinges with his back, whipped around and kicked it off his hind end), then gave 

The gate, unhinged
 

himself his 3rd rope burn in as many weeks, then had to be restrained on a short line for the night all because he was separated from a horse about 50 yards away.


unhappy Sir Walter, mentally unhinged

I have to stay out in the tent all night watching Walter instead of in the nice
cool quiet empty house. Grrrr.

My tent is threatening to shred in the wind.

Maybe we should just head home after all.

Sigh...