Brrrrr

The weather has turned.

This morning I woke shivering in the predawn darkness, my little
shelter in the gooseneck of a horse trailer rocking in the blasting
wind. Cold as it was, I was grateful not to be in the tent with gusts
blowing in the sides.

Walter is starting to fur up. He seems to be adapting better to this
dry climate.

Tonight he's resting contentedly despite being in an open pen, feeling
safe and calm in the company of the surrounding herd.

And I'm snug in my little platform cave, having learned from last
night: wearing 2 layers, socks and gloves, with the wool horse blanket
draped over my sleeping bag. It's quite comfortable.

Don't know what gifts the morning will bring. Still in Bernardo.
Hoping to be home soon...