We crossed the Red River today, a huge steeply arched two-lane bridge on Hwy 2 with no shoulder or lane dividers. Lots of truck traffic. The sheriff escorted us, driving behind as I lead Walter on foot.
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| Approaching the bridge |
I'm so proud of my million-dollar mule! He never so much as hesitated, even when huge logging trucks roared past inches away in the opposite lane. I'd guess the bridge was about a half-mile long.
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| We made it! View from the other side. |
The terrain changed on the west side of the river, suddenly flat and open farmland.
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| Swallows under a highway bridge |
We rode 20 miles to Vivian, LA.
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| "backyard oil rigs" - shallow wells, owned by whoever has mineral rights |
Walter was a champ but is a bit sore tonite. Staying with mule folks! Boe and Celeste Caldwell, great folks and proud owners of 15 hunting mules.
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| A few members of the herd |
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| More mules, with backyard oil rigs |
Donna, a friend from an online mule group, came by! Happy evening for Walter and me.
Bravo Walter! Bravely crossing such a scary bridge! Oh my!
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