Mustang Saga

I'm home!

I had a great trip, aside from being miserably sick. Lots of time to visit, a toddler to cuddle, a trip to urgent care with a friend to get our throats swabbed. Doesn't get much better than that. Well, umm, hmm...

I still don't know if I spread my disease to everyone else. I hope not. But Della is starting to feel sick and Mike wasn't sure if it was his imagination but his throat was hurting too. The kids weren't complaining yet though.

The drive home was uneventful. I was happy to get back home. "Home" apparently begins at Washtucna. That's where things start to look "right" even though the landscape isn't quite like home yet. Maybe it's the more prevalent farming, or more cattle. Something...

I've decided that although I was brought up as a forest dweller until I was 10, I am definitely an open-spaces kind of girl now. I love trees, don't get me wrong, but the way they close in on you over there in wetstern Washington is downright confining. As a kid I used to love road trips into Idaho and Montana. Thunderstorms over the plains. Valleys full of antelope with eagles flying above. The sound of crickets on a warm night. The smell of late summer. Bats flying into the barn and scaring my country cousins. :) When I was older I got to enjoy just about every western state. I love them all. I guess I'd be pretty happy anywhere but on that particular stretch of coast. And I could probably be happy even there, but given my 'druthers I'll take wide vistas and even wider skies any old day.

I'm so sick I don't even want to go visit my horse, and I feel kind of guilty. I did stop in to check on Soxy and petted Scout real quick, but other than that I'm pretty worthless. John said Tonka's been following him all over the place like a puppy. I'll have to go spend some quality time with him tomorrow.