tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148684032024-02-22T02:10:06.150-08:00Mustang SagaAndrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.comBlogger2002125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-15549324894458531542022-04-19T18:03:00.001-07:002022-04-19T18:03:28.432-07:00Work and Play<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know if it's true, but I once heard that the Russian word for work and play are the same word. I find sometimes that I enjoy work more than some of the things people consider play. We went to Seattle to pick up a friend's kid for spring break and did some work/play on the way there. It was WAY more fun than the touristy stuff we did on the way back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you click on this picture to enlarge you might see the huge herd of elk scattered along the bottom of the hills here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM_nwpQ22ywk6q2Hig-oVJ03Bw-aJfCWhujF3wGYz6cfEbyFDS6-57wSm2a0C5-UQlS0pIwo_SgWdFDBh_5yCM4sb3yD74UdY-xqLeV-6EI0xdPDxvtemFwaEEL5JBXcW9X1z5wQ8PtLprG9yKbruNmcX859rtYYVf2lOG_kkbElszIoo1ao/s4032/PXL_20220416_135556428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM_nwpQ22ywk6q2Hig-oVJ03Bw-aJfCWhujF3wGYz6cfEbyFDS6-57wSm2a0C5-UQlS0pIwo_SgWdFDBh_5yCM4sb3yD74UdY-xqLeV-6EI0xdPDxvtemFwaEEL5JBXcW9X1z5wQ8PtLprG9yKbruNmcX859rtYYVf2lOG_kkbElszIoo1ao/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_135556428.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not long after we saw the elk, we saw a bunch of female bighorn sheep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLMh5GvQW1DYhjD5Mb1zLfTN1HQrsQ0AVazYhn-nBrmPIJOm7JtBmrQ5phYSrBkdF2kysG_fh_LfFi8K7Ov_vzkG6e9QSDgjxPComnjxkDRO0SWEOSc9ImPy2A2VU9_eZNawlIdB5qcU_ZJhM54fm7AKtA1CJbUbyBTWPSsImXZpHlh7KxAs/s1185/PXL_20220416_135735515.PORTRAIT~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1185" data-original-width="889" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLMh5GvQW1DYhjD5Mb1zLfTN1HQrsQ0AVazYhn-nBrmPIJOm7JtBmrQ5phYSrBkdF2kysG_fh_LfFi8K7Ov_vzkG6e9QSDgjxPComnjxkDRO0SWEOSc9ImPy2A2VU9_eZNawlIdB5qcU_ZJhM54fm7AKtA1CJbUbyBTWPSsImXZpHlh7KxAs/w300-h400/PXL_20220416_135735515.PORTRAIT~2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>I wish the leaping sheep hadn't ended up so blurry in this one. So cool! They're scruffy in spring, shedding their winter coats.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjyj6qHzuDUw2GaukI-3n5803l0WaYrBuY2fIJHX9LRVW_wbXSKh--nrPSYGT6ZZxBCBkiSTukPSTXvG8wNYB7ekbVHj-dK3Qz-WLBt_taGyVJ_ObC07rwZclPWQzEC4xb7ShWGOXMW77LZNm85dblFUU37mTfbzGUcU6-W1_GMdAv6-zN6g/s2332/PXL_20220416_135742180.PORTRAIT~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1749" data-original-width="2332" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjyj6qHzuDUw2GaukI-3n5803l0WaYrBuY2fIJHX9LRVW_wbXSKh--nrPSYGT6ZZxBCBkiSTukPSTXvG8wNYB7ekbVHj-dK3Qz-WLBt_taGyVJ_ObC07rwZclPWQzEC4xb7ShWGOXMW77LZNm85dblFUU37mTfbzGUcU6-W1_GMdAv6-zN6g/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_135742180.PORTRAIT~2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJuniRfT5P-ch8gj3ie-y2mp0_VXPC1HjIunjw7i2NywwAWoeH9RfpYCiNySQ33p4dRO3ICI53ENrSOri9-t8RAiBXEHswNZRn8x_VFOVR_Sr0eNuZFqgg4JLb54dqJsHX6ddDIskHyRCFVOl-QnB7ABylmQPKmTTSGrknEA0VclKUbcOgpw/s4032/PXL_20220416_135746648.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJuniRfT5P-ch8gj3ie-y2mp0_VXPC1HjIunjw7i2NywwAWoeH9RfpYCiNySQ33p4dRO3ICI53ENrSOri9-t8RAiBXEHswNZRn8x_VFOVR_Sr0eNuZFqgg4JLb54dqJsHX6ddDIskHyRCFVOl-QnB7ABylmQPKmTTSGrknEA0VclKUbcOgpw/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_135746648.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJG96nr_Tf5PegI622YqIjEOQ72ye_M-26j_QE6rxmHAK6p-QHwYpUzlugOWN5iDtgK8YLXNT4QYw53ZO1qe7_hbpbQD5wvB7S8Vxb58EC9dh33z8g0ofmOktkG4vQ-rBkLXKi8jg2sNb4cDg2llGz9Dv3O6YmRFruxZbN3ZFSdDgKpLBvV2g/s4032/PXL_20220416_135803782.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJG96nr_Tf5PegI622YqIjEOQ72ye_M-26j_QE6rxmHAK6p-QHwYpUzlugOWN5iDtgK8YLXNT4QYw53ZO1qe7_hbpbQD5wvB7S8Vxb58EC9dh33z8g0ofmOktkG4vQ-rBkLXKi8jg2sNb4cDg2llGz9Dv3O6YmRFruxZbN3ZFSdDgKpLBvV2g/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_135803782.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A friend's cabin burned down last fall, and the forest service marked some trees that needed to come down, so my friend cut them down and I helped with cleanup. Orion helped with comic relief. This tree fell where the cabin had been. It's a big pile of junk now, only the chimney is standing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosFsm8Nin9UwTy2et7YMzc5jUViHKS2Z7u7EHcaRRyMCKOw7NrgCK04l0k6UBdA14Wt-dGfIL8qbhvOoE5APrWHVQHWZk6t-ha1PCC0I9jtdEP-fjdiEhsfUjDBF4Y_M2a721JpITGO8_WcZJF2swkUZU-M0IAuzYCgfugtZJagYY6RYxHgA/s4032/PXL_20220416_171544301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosFsm8Nin9UwTy2et7YMzc5jUViHKS2Z7u7EHcaRRyMCKOw7NrgCK04l0k6UBdA14Wt-dGfIL8qbhvOoE5APrWHVQHWZk6t-ha1PCC0I9jtdEP-fjdiEhsfUjDBF4Y_M2a721JpITGO8_WcZJF2swkUZU-M0IAuzYCgfugtZJagYY6RYxHgA/w300-h400/PXL_20220416_171544301.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Orion balanced well on this rolling log, I think maybe he could have his own circus act.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM32UdQE-FH_pBEVYD1sE80N-8Up00VD57PzV5QtH6q9EWw9PT83HAKncIqz0gN766eoXcGg-aiI1bfaNLIcq4egO38WgMuBlM6CK5pn2DBGb7adgt2ZvnEu9uZwxikpD16JMSWcgKoAozMaSiHFspldVV7fTU-ENnqbf-Fgkzfof5EUT9tsM/s4032/PXL_20220416_182757990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM32UdQE-FH_pBEVYD1sE80N-8Up00VD57PzV5QtH6q9EWw9PT83HAKncIqz0gN766eoXcGg-aiI1bfaNLIcq4egO38WgMuBlM6CK5pn2DBGb7adgt2ZvnEu9uZwxikpD16JMSWcgKoAozMaSiHFspldVV7fTU-ENnqbf-Fgkzfof5EUT9tsM/w300-h400/PXL_20220416_182757990.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-gp6ZCUBK9DZbMEJgpfQmGIFBy8x0M8Mm-CsIfvkkUo2bH8dOgKFpFLdCIvrETWFLGRwYc3DG4xaH94BMyUy4RINe7xdH-KtGR5o7Egzbi7kOZZDe-nD2rA65iLXgMU2-n0oJuUk0WkzL05QeFdiC4R60s3NFoc1a60w6tOKgzRNBWCWkdI/s4032/PXL_20220416_183354308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-gp6ZCUBK9DZbMEJgpfQmGIFBy8x0M8Mm-CsIfvkkUo2bH8dOgKFpFLdCIvrETWFLGRwYc3DG4xaH94BMyUy4RINe7xdH-KtGR5o7Egzbi7kOZZDe-nD2rA65iLXgMU2-n0oJuUk0WkzL05QeFdiC4R60s3NFoc1a60w6tOKgzRNBWCWkdI/w300-h400/PXL_20220416_183354308.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>These were big, heavy rounds. I couldn't lift a lot of them, just had to roll them off the access road.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobLB8Pusd20z7ONOe3O2o-qofXvjEV7ri1vVStTb-cJvH8MPXXvMNwhgmun2vJxX56PmwxtCefK_GbI5eERa7Z_NPJT2TgH3TJNnH8BdGEeqhsKh6AsmZ11f7dQQrWNCxU57s4_QGYoPuBAbAs3-SBezXzS1roOD65RXGRUKIUNXYprf_N-c/s4032/PXL_20220416_183400369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobLB8Pusd20z7ONOe3O2o-qofXvjEV7ri1vVStTb-cJvH8MPXXvMNwhgmun2vJxX56PmwxtCefK_GbI5eERa7Z_NPJT2TgH3TJNnH8BdGEeqhsKh6AsmZ11f7dQQrWNCxU57s4_QGYoPuBAbAs3-SBezXzS1roOD65RXGRUKIUNXYprf_N-c/w300-h400/PXL_20220416_183400369.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These will be moved later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnDwWzmh3dLIhlJL8Q79yzG9wXzmlQ20on9VSzMTOdtW_DAwXzvWxT-6n5qNyXwPYR1NVJXDZcwAnk968Bz-AI7F2pE8Q_j1piOjyw5gyWR-Gr0hRKkVa22rgJpchp9VVXliSjutQQRV-B57HWlqcK0Aq5N8sn5cxq3G7o4Ja5en8zKYK260/s4032/PXL_20220416_183414841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnDwWzmh3dLIhlJL8Q79yzG9wXzmlQ20on9VSzMTOdtW_DAwXzvWxT-6n5qNyXwPYR1NVJXDZcwAnk968Bz-AI7F2pE8Q_j1piOjyw5gyWR-Gr0hRKkVa22rgJpchp9VVXliSjutQQRV-B57HWlqcK0Aq5N8sn5cxq3G7o4Ja5en8zKYK260/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_183414841.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p>I got some video of the big trees falling, hoping it would capture the powerful sound of it, but you can't hear it. Maybe we hear it through our feet when they hit the ground. It's pretty intense.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVikKEz3klf6arSVUAzVcNvqnqK6KRRiEYvF7ey8HXh28zHAkJZpKhS8JNtZ4OH1YKBNRNHos_dnScrTOse0CC6AAmA788m027AAomiyXw8U1DMHSdHnwOwijy8GkYyjgsWY_Sss_ZiZWoLdJw6inaHzdd0ARGm6q8h5bZHN5Nlzi_p5htXHA/s4032/PXL_20220416_183448592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVikKEz3klf6arSVUAzVcNvqnqK6KRRiEYvF7ey8HXh28zHAkJZpKhS8JNtZ4OH1YKBNRNHos_dnScrTOse0CC6AAmA788m027AAomiyXw8U1DMHSdHnwOwijy8GkYyjgsWY_Sss_ZiZWoLdJw6inaHzdd0ARGm6q8h5bZHN5Nlzi_p5htXHA/w400-h300/PXL_20220416_183448592.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today we went hiking hear home and followed game trails in an area where there are tons of elk and deer, but we didn't find any antlers. About usual for me. I enjoy it anyway. The dogs had a blast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_1Kj9bqYTz24MqHqt3-z1mgNKXPXk_8ozkwdiQ1JmE6iMnDtWOIqwwzbtBx9T5GYKRmFr_BkJs0UUt3ZtIaVyx_tYQj_SnKgxLyNJBikWoE0Gade7_E_ZYx8omiinLhjfFV60X24s3ZZbuk9Yb_iKSVo4FZ5jiSx8d2-yOst32yVJH6SyO0/s4032/PXL_20220419_174245443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_1Kj9bqYTz24MqHqt3-z1mgNKXPXk_8ozkwdiQ1JmE6iMnDtWOIqwwzbtBx9T5GYKRmFr_BkJs0UUt3ZtIaVyx_tYQj_SnKgxLyNJBikWoE0Gade7_E_ZYx8omiinLhjfFV60X24s3ZZbuk9Yb_iKSVo4FZ5jiSx8d2-yOst32yVJH6SyO0/w300-h400/PXL_20220419_174245443.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found this super cool silvery gnarled stump. I wish you could see as well as I could how cool the silver sheen of it was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a3kCZz8dovwB0qJ4hItbyiFiipPpgOfMNBf7mCBkHn4femRQ-RfPWBmpP1n8xkS2V5T5xPpgTi9l0GH5GBkds-QUp4fWPXdPKXslMdySshLeT-mgHq8OnpWQvbcyGqpksgOzRcveG_nuY71IKdY5y81locDm1WVcyGYKe7RpxKEsV4jmoH0/s4032/PXL_20220419_180808244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a3kCZz8dovwB0qJ4hItbyiFiipPpgOfMNBf7mCBkHn4femRQ-RfPWBmpP1n8xkS2V5T5xPpgTi9l0GH5GBkds-QUp4fWPXdPKXslMdySshLeT-mgHq8OnpWQvbcyGqpksgOzRcveG_nuY71IKdY5y81locDm1WVcyGYKe7RpxKEsV4jmoH0/w300-h400/PXL_20220419_180808244.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got home I took Scout and Buster to the round pen. I was thinking having a more mobile horse in with him, who usually pushes him around, might get Buster moving nicely, but Scout would stop in front of him and Buster wouldn't push Scout and then he'd get stressed when I pushed Scout. I did get a bit of a trot out of him a couple times, and a nice turn, so then he got to stand tied outside while I worked with Scout.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDY3Zuhh_2JkbtWhSGidMJlzb-jJivb7tVxVJ4THHuJo8oi-blk8Ib-Jdvu0AFfMMgz0vOJiY95xHSEBRWOyqVzgcJt39tMRA14-8w1pYGjOfEq5iCmQCRuRmgMGGXWVPtxJm7Sud63EF7KI-WC9qqsHPhPWv0Dm-HwKtqTJIo1H0EWnjZSg/s2656/PXL_20220419_194520978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2656" data-original-width="1990" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDY3Zuhh_2JkbtWhSGidMJlzb-jJivb7tVxVJ4THHuJo8oi-blk8Ib-Jdvu0AFfMMgz0vOJiY95xHSEBRWOyqVzgcJt39tMRA14-8w1pYGjOfEq5iCmQCRuRmgMGGXWVPtxJm7Sud63EF7KI-WC9qqsHPhPWv0Dm-HwKtqTJIo1H0EWnjZSg/w300-h400/PXL_20220419_194520978.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scout was really quite responsive even though it was a cold, windy day with lots of gunfire nearby. He walked and trotted slow and extended, turned nicely, stopped, yielded front and hindquarters, and even led by each front foot better than he has before. He struggles with that, so once he had it I kept that lesson short. He was wanting to get distracted by the gunfire. I got his attention back, got it good, and quit. Then I wrapped a lariat around his butt and under his tail and worked him in both directions while pulling on it to simulate having a rope caught under his tail while leading another animal. He didn't mind, but he thought it was a pressure he was supposed to give to, so we had to push through that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDZ63GiAloe9gZgSBPiL7Nj4meIqwxqp9Y50QvA1FgT176yZPeAYThPodNY0SsBxKaqPSQt8pmnbeWiY35y4gjJF__tDDUq54uTiR2Dzfu15TUm1UnzBmacbc_42LIo36jAtT_3ZU1tLWSg_YimVIMiY8a_3Whl_GiwCpDjruZfHi_C5L7_Y/s2389/PXL_20220419_194640007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1791" data-original-width="2389" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDZ63GiAloe9gZgSBPiL7Nj4meIqwxqp9Y50QvA1FgT176yZPeAYThPodNY0SsBxKaqPSQt8pmnbeWiY35y4gjJF__tDDUq54uTiR2Dzfu15TUm1UnzBmacbc_42LIo36jAtT_3ZU1tLWSg_YimVIMiY8a_3Whl_GiwCpDjruZfHi_C5L7_Y/w400-h300/PXL_20220419_194640007.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Scout's tail is paralyzed so I don't know how much he feels around his tail head - it broke just above his tail. I worry a bit that he might have weird nerve sensations but after today I'd say it's not a problem. I've thought about using a crupper or britchen on him but I've been hesitant. I think if we do this some more it'll be fine, and I can start working on ponying the donkeys without worrying about them getting the rope caught in weird places.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Afterwards I brought Bella and Juniper in to help mow the grass. They're having a grand time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpextre40Vz9pRrLV8zEvcO8ALZ8oayxjiE5azK0tdwT8TXgp0a8XAi0fPi3O4z1R0oxQvFIwQCts6g1MymjR7HvVCq3W8MdGKlxYKj5rtj_4DeUrJFjKhhnnxqA0muyKq6pZP1BYvuBr-qcrurYDbxhZMvexUXmEDPKCVHIWUhulQDhrn8mo/s4032/PXL_20220419_200339716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpextre40Vz9pRrLV8zEvcO8ALZ8oayxjiE5azK0tdwT8TXgp0a8XAi0fPi3O4z1R0oxQvFIwQCts6g1MymjR7HvVCq3W8MdGKlxYKj5rtj_4DeUrJFjKhhnnxqA0muyKq6pZP1BYvuBr-qcrurYDbxhZMvexUXmEDPKCVHIWUhulQDhrn8mo/w400-h300/PXL_20220419_200339716.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's funny how quickly happiness, or even mere comfortableness (if that's a word) comes and goes. It seems to be closely tied to my energy level and how much physical pain I'm in. I'm tired. A lot, but today has been especially tiring. That hike was surprisingly painful too, in my hips, legs, and back. The nerve damage in my back affects my legs a bit but I'm also terribly out of shape and I wonder how much of it might be due to my clogged arteries and heart issues. I probably worry too much. I do know though, that the more I do it the better off I'll be. I need to get out riding more too. But I don't trust Scout to go out without a partner, at least a hiker, and now that Buster has hurt me I'm not sure about him either. I do have a Garmin device to call for help but I don't want to get hurt like I did last year. Breaking my back was nothing compared to ripping my elbow apart. I could at least mount up and ride back to camp with my broken transverse processes. I couldn't even lead my donkey with my elbow dislocated. I need to get health insurance again. I'm going to put that on my to-do list for tomorrow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Right now I'm sitting next to a crackling fire out front. It's cold and breezy but the birds are singing and it's fairly bright out and I have company. I don't have anything to complain about. :)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-59585816377093439022022-04-12T07:46:00.004-07:002022-04-12T07:46:43.439-07:00<p> My new garden has been kind of put on a back burner while my tractor sits idle. I'm not sure what's wrong with it but I think it has something to do with the dead-man switch under the seat. It thinks when you ask it to move that nobody is in the seat, so it dies. It's a safety measure but it's annoying when you actually ARE sitting in the seat. A friend of mine is working on it. </p><p>It seems most of what I have to share are goofy dog photos. Yesterday I was trying so hard to get things done, but I ended up sleeping a lot. I have idiopathic hypersomnia and even my amphetamines weren't really working to keep me working for long. My house is a terrible mess, and it's spilled out into the yard. I'm trying to put things where they need to be. Some in the pumphouse, some in the barn, some in the attic. Some I'm not sure where to put. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">These guys are my good nap buddies. Orion is my close snuggler.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYDyI1F1PWqYlrnGU-Ze-EUT0X_rbvSy1m8jf9zK8PH9KrZZhKDl23QPZvGaQgVX3Al-VMFQiRRvi1BOjQuK1vClFcG8M3chhBKuyHT25lv6Per7ELbvoozrSAAw4-DyNxQqkRioh3vbHm9Waro5vIa9oOxoiPUGQrlW1WceDSIfRbt3iMak/s3169/PXL_20220411_191309871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3169" data-original-width="2197" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYDyI1F1PWqYlrnGU-Ze-EUT0X_rbvSy1m8jf9zK8PH9KrZZhKDl23QPZvGaQgVX3Al-VMFQiRRvi1BOjQuK1vClFcG8M3chhBKuyHT25lv6Per7ELbvoozrSAAw4-DyNxQqkRioh3vbHm9Waro5vIa9oOxoiPUGQrlW1WceDSIfRbt3iMak/w278-h400/PXL_20220411_191309871.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Winston usually crowds my legs. He's got his ears on wrong here. He has cancer, you can see the huge growth. It's been removed once already and took forever to heal. I decided not to put him through that again. He feels fine so far. When he doesn't feel fine anymore, we'll make the hard decision.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2hr9q35U3CvxEvns7AEZZLfreXueWlJVStvyAftxtDLNVdgmupPXcdAHrotmqQgQQxOkN8XxbNVrsm71XJhM5nwUAbE5cyJ6ZBqeaKUVhCAWD6itD7-hL8LfxuEOisnda3myTfkQC-IpxoAsbrWnNvKuNTHavvCU6dT7xrZhwvsl_OofrmI/s4032/PXL_20220411_191122667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2hr9q35U3CvxEvns7AEZZLfreXueWlJVStvyAftxtDLNVdgmupPXcdAHrotmqQgQQxOkN8XxbNVrsm71XJhM5nwUAbE5cyJ6ZBqeaKUVhCAWD6itD7-hL8LfxuEOisnda3myTfkQC-IpxoAsbrWnNvKuNTHavvCU6dT7xrZhwvsl_OofrmI/w300-h400/PXL_20220411_191122667.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's always been such a sweet boy. I've known him since he was 8 weeks old, and rescued him from his abusive owner at 9 months old when the wife called our clinic telling us her husband was going to dump him far out in the mountains. You'd never know he'd been beaten. He loves everyone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpFMzEPxIBcQ1Dl8S7jrjsAzv42k5dGNnjI3Weokl7mG2ZoaX_8Q4XMVylhBz76_OdjIMCKjHPdoMKCJS9B6kqRlmB7CeJqm2qo8QSn4MFeYovD8Wlc-hhj9je8n_wsHe_xWDvYU91MGFRTxFkNvXadDfvLQiMGtNOS0C43wfWTHgHzCnwuA/s4032/PXL_20220411_191243593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpFMzEPxIBcQ1Dl8S7jrjsAzv42k5dGNnjI3Weokl7mG2ZoaX_8Q4XMVylhBz76_OdjIMCKjHPdoMKCJS9B6kqRlmB7CeJqm2qo8QSn4MFeYovD8Wlc-hhj9je8n_wsHe_xWDvYU91MGFRTxFkNvXadDfvLQiMGtNOS0C43wfWTHgHzCnwuA/w300-h400/PXL_20220411_191243593.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was really, really sick last week. I wanted to die. All alone, not much food in the house, I thought about how sweet John was, always bringing me whatever I needed if he was on his way home. He was often out of town for days but if he could, he was always willing to stop, no matter how long his day was. Hell, his nearest commute was an hour and a half. I don't know many people who wouldn't complain if they had to work as hard and long as that man worked. And now I know his heart was sick and his arteries clogged and he did SO MUCH. I don't know how he did it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On Sunday I didn't feel like doing much and the weather was terrible most of the day, so I did some baking and later when it was a littler nicer out, I pruned my conifers. I think it's been probably 12 years since they were planted and they're getting big. I decided to cut the lower branches so they can grow taller. 25 ponderosa pines, 4 tamaracks (larch), 2 white pines, and a couple of douglas firs. There are more douglas firs scattered around but they're still very small. I'd try to plant more periodically, so there are some smaller ponderosas and tamaracks as well. My favorites are the white pines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then the dogs and I took a walk up the creek and they had crazy play time. Two of these dogs aren't mine (the lab and the little golden one). Blue is the Aussie. He wasn't mentioned above because he doesn't like to sleep on the bed. Silly boy, I think he gets too hot and he has personal space issues.</div><div><br /></div>I just kind of liked the sky in this one. But can you believe how the walls of the creek get eaten away? That's why I can't easily get to the other side of my property. Every year the creek banks change.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GlJ1m-3yq5JiU1Wa2NC0cScQf33FqAzsTLizorRNVeOnKCDwotXuub0D0yV1u8Y8fcyWlBy2eAo97XEMF95fkie1G-GkZeq0hrPVZE_D4K_eXjOG6r6Etsr7NBLxeqSpuiO7lshxcaAtr49tSCb45sILDwBM5EedTuxC6TxW5QRWaI5fy20/s3024/PXL_20220411_010247287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2689" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GlJ1m-3yq5JiU1Wa2NC0cScQf33FqAzsTLizorRNVeOnKCDwotXuub0D0yV1u8Y8fcyWlBy2eAo97XEMF95fkie1G-GkZeq0hrPVZE_D4K_eXjOG6r6Etsr7NBLxeqSpuiO7lshxcaAtr49tSCb45sILDwBM5EedTuxC6TxW5QRWaI5fy20/w356-h400/PXL_20220411_010247287.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Orion had his own private island for quite a while. I think he really wanted someone to join him though.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw_eTQKIYhBIWcbLIzgyBXdCbmAeXoinMlCOl_tqMWcCOvmykPFmPyLVuGrNraBI1zYDBDoIliOfaH9rrlxfVC3HQpWXVO3gNIAqat-sKvVnA3rUALFoC5FsmUmvPx02cXCxdN6xut_QJDm1YJ-s_t1DQXhkzjyh4QEUEitSVy9fJedyT0mg/s2463/PXL_20220411_010236630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2463" data-original-width="1847" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw_eTQKIYhBIWcbLIzgyBXdCbmAeXoinMlCOl_tqMWcCOvmykPFmPyLVuGrNraBI1zYDBDoIliOfaH9rrlxfVC3HQpWXVO3gNIAqat-sKvVnA3rUALFoC5FsmUmvPx02cXCxdN6xut_QJDm1YJ-s_t1DQXhkzjyh4QEUEitSVy9fJedyT0mg/w300-h400/PXL_20220411_010236630.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Poor blue had a hard time climbing back up the sheer bank. He chooses the stupidest places to jump in.<div>Orion, on the other hand, was back and forth over the creek I don't know how many times, and he didn't even get wet. He likes to play around water but not in it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gSCijaQbS8KrV5Fln1aHCcnQedpUr933xhKTqHJ60Uhas6sUCFmSNlMgLYt2POIhnLMr7k7upv-4rth-rBgqIF7WCA6drT8MorwEhIDzk_d4vxDGCme7HvjxnX1pRw8J9oeWxuZdGA1bfm2RE6dizHGHr89cuknjzdxnjRlqvwYSHpMdZAM/s4032/PXL_20220411_010213935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gSCijaQbS8KrV5Fln1aHCcnQedpUr933xhKTqHJ60Uhas6sUCFmSNlMgLYt2POIhnLMr7k7upv-4rth-rBgqIF7WCA6drT8MorwEhIDzk_d4vxDGCme7HvjxnX1pRw8J9oeWxuZdGA1bfm2RE6dizHGHr89cuknjzdxnjRlqvwYSHpMdZAM/w400-h300/PXL_20220411_010213935.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I did get some gardening done over the weekend. I had ordered some bare root trees and they came in, so they had to go into the ground. This is an ambrosia apple, and I got two new cherry trees. I think I already had two or three cherry trees, a nectarine, and an apricot in this area. If these trees ever grow I'll have plenty of fruit. I also transplanted about 20 tiny little plum trees from way up on our hill into this area. They're doing well. I'll have a nice plum thicket with the sweetest golden plums that I won't have to hike up the hill to check to see if they're ripe. :)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_CyfoOcchEunFigpVyRo0hwP4DtFyeZTgYm-vi2Q-Bat5eDByE-IgngR4XRVO39tXMu5aIMKMfMCR50EpNM5ndoLqNm0VpxE3AKvNl_eIbmqSN8bvJeQgXDibXqWhXJ7oKFIhkmN_sdNPCY6pyYvCTQDMT9VRDxGFCL_XjjYB8LXGTn_T6k/s4032/PXL_20220410_222503161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_CyfoOcchEunFigpVyRo0hwP4DtFyeZTgYm-vi2Q-Bat5eDByE-IgngR4XRVO39tXMu5aIMKMfMCR50EpNM5ndoLqNm0VpxE3AKvNl_eIbmqSN8bvJeQgXDibXqWhXJ7oKFIhkmN_sdNPCY6pyYvCTQDMT9VRDxGFCL_XjjYB8LXGTn_T6k/w300-h400/PXL_20220410_222503161.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p></div><div>I struggle... but there are good moments too. Each day is different. Yesterday I was so fed up with my sleep disorder and depression and trying to get over this sickness. I felt like I had an elephant on my chest. Then my son came home and helped me fix the gate in the barn, my nephew came over and visited (outside so I don't make him sick) and I talked to both my nieces. That made it so much better than most days. My house is still a mess and I still have a lot to do. And I still have an elephant on my chest. But I can take my drugs and chip away at it. A friend is coming over to help, which is helpful but also makes me feel guilty at how little I've accomplished and how much there still is to do, and pressured to be productive. But maybe that's what it takes to get it done.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that the gate into the barn is fixed I can just walk in the the dry, windless area and be with the horses and the donkeys. Before, I could go out into the pasture easily but getting into the barn was hard. I think it might help me spend time with them. I haven't been. I'm excited about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, friend is here, time to get off my butt. :)</div>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-90405392270862273482022-04-05T11:03:00.000-07:002022-04-05T11:03:07.689-07:00Keeping Moving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkF2GuNjdcG7eP1M_Oki5_oR-t4DvHqIYzhlNE5AWiSZVjTXgMBHzwLQdwUpyn_dh7PlUlIyBhnf7-0LM_7VQsl465TPn5WSnqbvzhpxvxZubry9cRmz4Gajo56NsyV4tMCgc07I6-HcUmrKVAo1dvIbfxEcrfb71u0b-yoYivaHICpvRFjoI/s4032/PXL_20220328_234340752~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkF2GuNjdcG7eP1M_Oki5_oR-t4DvHqIYzhlNE5AWiSZVjTXgMBHzwLQdwUpyn_dh7PlUlIyBhnf7-0LM_7VQsl465TPn5WSnqbvzhpxvxZubry9cRmz4Gajo56NsyV4tMCgc07I6-HcUmrKVAo1dvIbfxEcrfb71u0b-yoYivaHICpvRFjoI/w400-h300/PXL_20220328_234340752~2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I don't hike for exercise. It's a feast for my senses, a healing for my soul. I wander, looking at every growing thing, the tiny fungi and flowers, the dead trees, the twisted vines, the poops. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiiukdr_0DnZZ6HswzozhUm8LtXwwzI88Jc0D-gWsIjQ--OlR7mZBnfcNXB1A1X4HhBDUW62hAwWN99t7k-ormHyks27qZECIZYIuhk40GhaURUyxVAXnGlYtWqFnw8EunoDVCN9rtchGUxWntvPIT36QOZ7xYmfb2zSWrtv93B5iiyxaRFuU/s4032/PXL_20220328_234843740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiiukdr_0DnZZ6HswzozhUm8LtXwwzI88Jc0D-gWsIjQ--OlR7mZBnfcNXB1A1X4HhBDUW62hAwWN99t7k-ormHyks27qZECIZYIuhk40GhaURUyxVAXnGlYtWqFnw8EunoDVCN9rtchGUxWntvPIT36QOZ7xYmfb2zSWrtv93B5iiyxaRFuU/w300-h400/PXL_20220328_234843740.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Tracks here and there, or a rock or fallen branch that seems to be pointing the way. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJxY_KloC0s80u7u2Z33Xi2c63jFYdFgfbC-cVnVmvMSA0b3zoJBF2FbYhptQjV8MKVn0NBeRjA0tgcJrIahOjIuCufyz_aUSLQAzga3UsN5Va2YGRl30bcmK2mG1uquHfZCcMbIrmOYki1q72A5ol-RdJqV7lLqqr_jU6eSgdBUTI2o4Ej8/s4032/PXL_20220329_003912262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJxY_KloC0s80u7u2Z33Xi2c63jFYdFgfbC-cVnVmvMSA0b3zoJBF2FbYhptQjV8MKVn0NBeRjA0tgcJrIahOjIuCufyz_aUSLQAzga3UsN5Va2YGRl30bcmK2mG1uquHfZCcMbIrmOYki1q72A5ol-RdJqV7lLqqr_jU6eSgdBUTI2o4Ej8/w300-h400/PXL_20220329_003912262.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zw9vCNIjkQKbE7l7R8fP7Ny_XCioULPYMrq0q4ToWo4AroKyX4D5Dhr1uZL9cLclEPYXRWx00gElbVSUp4QaZhhnWDfJsM6_bxyke6reHHcH9O9LTFfWIqeObyGZICp7BiIUVTS5X_pFZHARn_3p4dmg0QcRgs3ma85smCYjfdzU6kHfeuo/s4032/PXL_20220331_182913029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zw9vCNIjkQKbE7l7R8fP7Ny_XCioULPYMrq0q4ToWo4AroKyX4D5Dhr1uZL9cLclEPYXRWx00gElbVSUp4QaZhhnWDfJsM6_bxyke6reHHcH9O9LTFfWIqeObyGZICp7BiIUVTS5X_pFZHARn_3p4dmg0QcRgs3ma85smCYjfdzU6kHfeuo/w300-h400/PXL_20220331_182913029.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>I leave the trail to follow a whim. I stop, backtrack a few steps, tilt my head to hear the pleasing deep notes of a small waterfall. I might pick a lichen I know I'll use in a tincture. Or just admire its perfection because I know I won't use it and it took years to grow.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2lqKIXdCM5aEWsbPM975id7B7XpAV30cHNpp6vQMZg2c3jiZrqp8ZCEsN42nWZD7hGrecTCOYoHcpu9C--EXS-WHs-8vdwmi4lb_559zjqYpuNzjJBbO9GiFaYyw14IOoy7hvxTtipeNSUSuGk3Yq7rw3mozOFzSB9nyHp7HHY_-xiMn_rY/s4032/PXL_20220331_182853747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2lqKIXdCM5aEWsbPM975id7B7XpAV30cHNpp6vQMZg2c3jiZrqp8ZCEsN42nWZD7hGrecTCOYoHcpu9C--EXS-WHs-8vdwmi4lb_559zjqYpuNzjJBbO9GiFaYyw14IOoy7hvxTtipeNSUSuGk3Yq7rw3mozOFzSB9nyHp7HHY_-xiMn_rY/w300-h400/PXL_20220331_182853747.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrimbVW4fmdYwpqDFh59v6Tvauy154wxoE0r3gtbYiukyCxdJlXSlAOp5F_AoZBGT-LzG8GfyY3akiqHmgV1qSjsUov9DzPJduJh1obPaAtGO_SIUcoNAOQyL-yZwQp2RYoWYP-pjNRDoi39LOPiLkZh_GNZZgjC06YcLAIrVelS2SZlbVGvM/s4032/PXL_20220329_000857026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrimbVW4fmdYwpqDFh59v6Tvauy154wxoE0r3gtbYiukyCxdJlXSlAOp5F_AoZBGT-LzG8GfyY3akiqHmgV1qSjsUov9DzPJduJh1obPaAtGO_SIUcoNAOQyL-yZwQp2RYoWYP-pjNRDoi39LOPiLkZh_GNZZgjC06YcLAIrVelS2SZlbVGvM/w300-h400/PXL_20220329_000857026.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I notice chunks torn loose from a dead tree and I look and find signs that a bear has eaten there. Teeny tiny ants crawling everywhere. I wonder how long it takes to make a satisfying meal. I wonder if a bear wakes up cranky like I do.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApUa9WJOKiRMj1BX5bjA0vbBpe2grXCbtaEXIi-rClxWAQ1dbTN1Q-GIbO9rKL7ga_XMCME6DMcMN1hjDfYYooQQsxcl3AFFde9QaRhqB_mMlQsO5N9j0kJX6hPH3EIbOvevjTPUuEZ4T3-FoYhzQtZPTxThlOykALFpIQJEtesNxLgbcfl4/s4032/PXL_20220329_000951463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApUa9WJOKiRMj1BX5bjA0vbBpe2grXCbtaEXIi-rClxWAQ1dbTN1Q-GIbO9rKL7ga_XMCME6DMcMN1hjDfYYooQQsxcl3AFFde9QaRhqB_mMlQsO5N9j0kJX6hPH3EIbOvevjTPUuEZ4T3-FoYhzQtZPTxThlOykALFpIQJEtesNxLgbcfl4/w300-h400/PXL_20220329_000951463.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wonder if someone doesn't value the world the way I do, can they value me? If all they see is one big forest, all the same, while I see so many things - different every day, every hour, every time the light changes - <i>and I'm so enchanted -</i> are we living in the same world?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I keep moving, finding a new trail with a new corner to look around, and discover it leads me back to the beginning, smiling, sweating despite the cold, with my pockets full of rocks, my happy dogs at my side. I have to return home to food and warmth and sleep. But I'm committed to myself again. I need to stay awake and do the things that keep me awake. Literally. I've been sleeping too much. Lying around, stuck in my own head, with my mean thoughts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weather is teasing, slowly getting better. I've been planning a garden in remembrance of John. I've bought plants, and planted an oak tree. Soon I'll get the rest in the ground but the cold wind won't stop now, and I've slept away the good days. I'm trying. I tried to get the family together to help but it was like pulling teeth. I got help with the one tree, and that is all I'll try for. I think I'm on my own. Aren't we all? My kids are mourning, working, I don't know... My brother in law is sick with cancer. My nieces and nephew are living their own lives. It's easier just to cook and visit. My best friends are my best help. My tractor is acting up and the little tiller doesn't want to break ground. I can operate a shovel but it hurts my injured elbow. I like working by hand, it feels right. But it takes time. And I'm so tired. I think too much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went camping over the weekend in a place John would have loved. I had never been there before. I cried a little, looking at rocks in the creek, thinking how he would have been looking with me. I thought a bit about his death, and came to terms a little more with it. I enjoyed the rest of the weekend. It was beautiful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn39e_2h4SVpFO76Ez2HTyxGP5apPjJx-QlrHAng5kRADbUSF6C7GP9iNG3ftHaZDLuWpc-NdtwIBPBWHR5H8u0POGR3E9vmaVw3MLK621brAbDjUGh6wH1SbWUsj6yvu4TzJuws0TrGV1RYoggcqEK7HGi1ZfikHttCExLsNefJP8YdIVSw/s4032/PXL_20220401_201948413~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn39e_2h4SVpFO76Ez2HTyxGP5apPjJx-QlrHAng5kRADbUSF6C7GP9iNG3ftHaZDLuWpc-NdtwIBPBWHR5H8u0POGR3E9vmaVw3MLK621brAbDjUGh6wH1SbWUsj6yvu4TzJuws0TrGV1RYoggcqEK7HGi1ZfikHttCExLsNefJP8YdIVSw/w400-h300/PXL_20220401_201948413~2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH00CcdVM8UPFBU_KVUQekzzR0rw43bgC9HKUOXwz_TlUyJt9YcZ9F8ns02IcBp9KfEqOGFiVPtC8_KBNNUYCdgj69Wv0ZpN1PL5_RiV-UljgFqaogps0YSpfEnLIh-PlblZHeNOHy4Smpi_ATsYpsg0QJpLo6XwldAbB-DsZTbifK3MjAnI/s4032/PXL_20220401_190011109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH00CcdVM8UPFBU_KVUQekzzR0rw43bgC9HKUOXwz_TlUyJt9YcZ9F8ns02IcBp9KfEqOGFiVPtC8_KBNNUYCdgj69Wv0ZpN1PL5_RiV-UljgFqaogps0YSpfEnLIh-PlblZHeNOHy4Smpi_ATsYpsg0QJpLo6XwldAbB-DsZTbifK3MjAnI/w300-h400/PXL_20220401_190011109.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFodaQPRWBy3Plx8aYb4VxUTXBghOJSZ2yn6sJRxpEQWZPeRRgwqcQqS-LyYbPe_7W0SY7siVEUjisbcGcrjnlI4slmA4U-jQjV7C2cTdgyR1XAQwCX1Lirlxaf1wQAkbxFlUNdEYgKzbE7Ig60PVMmj6z59Gg_JSRYJikNtTWwwkg3Ub8QQ/s4032/PXL_20220401_223557763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFodaQPRWBy3Plx8aYb4VxUTXBghOJSZ2yn6sJRxpEQWZPeRRgwqcQqS-LyYbPe_7W0SY7siVEUjisbcGcrjnlI4slmA4U-jQjV7C2cTdgyR1XAQwCX1Lirlxaf1wQAkbxFlUNdEYgKzbE7Ig60PVMmj6z59Gg_JSRYJikNtTWwwkg3Ub8QQ/w400-h300/PXL_20220401_223557763.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsv5zlOtECdZ5JhkyFO6_hy1Ny_dTHMdL_ocBM5ndQnrHlWyMBTp3flH8QTe1hAkslQu3nmnHl57OFcrpeAFyVYt7_BIvKm4q748AEbXiDoYfeuRs5KfBjAtfgLBM15qos-Ut861ny0TQ9D6btD-HR6v7nYMVVkb0pVvcfUAJh6zXA2tsCaE/s4032/PXL_20220402_161350939.NIGHT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsv5zlOtECdZ5JhkyFO6_hy1Ny_dTHMdL_ocBM5ndQnrHlWyMBTp3flH8QTe1hAkslQu3nmnHl57OFcrpeAFyVYt7_BIvKm4q748AEbXiDoYfeuRs5KfBjAtfgLBM15qos-Ut861ny0TQ9D6btD-HR6v7nYMVVkb0pVvcfUAJh6zXA2tsCaE/w300-h400/PXL_20220402_161350939.NIGHT.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrK6BaWiTU3pGRYhpjoX9-_rvUadypcIa7XA7oXVdsPKxda6emmiPUGHNBXPUPLT63ZiLjo-LavZo9R7krAc-5jlTag9uy7wW0E6_DZEjOeXkPWk5i7fgtbsm6fTo2aaNdD3OizZJmmEAGGtl4YwlMudVMsaP_EtXFo9oElD2QoIz8OPmuk8/s4032/PXL_20220402_184122809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrK6BaWiTU3pGRYhpjoX9-_rvUadypcIa7XA7oXVdsPKxda6emmiPUGHNBXPUPLT63ZiLjo-LavZo9R7krAc-5jlTag9uy7wW0E6_DZEjOeXkPWk5i7fgtbsm6fTo2aaNdD3OizZJmmEAGGtl4YwlMudVMsaP_EtXFo9oElD2QoIz8OPmuk8/w300-h400/PXL_20220402_184122809.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soon I will have happier things to share. I have been terribly cranky and I've had a hard time even living with myself lately. But there have been good things! I had to buy a new mower so I got a great one! Zero turn. It's fun! I mowed for 2 hours and almost got everything I wanted to mow done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-x8R0IfOBA8TvY_fq5T6C1JD65p5KCM4j65zDZ8fzGIjJ_IsotAXwNkfm4x_N2FvfTOl_JYsMfkValRh61bZ-tXGvTwK8UbVKbqFrjX5O3Lo55_scQ9NimOgQWqG4FIIhgBAT2TlovZnelFHOLi-cCd4PqCdZOh5uJTNni9A1LqKJNxbiS4/s4032/PXL_20220329_222614761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-x8R0IfOBA8TvY_fq5T6C1JD65p5KCM4j65zDZ8fzGIjJ_IsotAXwNkfm4x_N2FvfTOl_JYsMfkValRh61bZ-tXGvTwK8UbVKbqFrjX5O3Lo55_scQ9NimOgQWqG4FIIhgBAT2TlovZnelFHOLi-cCd4PqCdZOh5uJTNni9A1LqKJNxbiS4/w400-h300/PXL_20220329_222614761.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I put Buster's pack saddle on and we did a tiny bit of ground work. He wasn't extremely impressed but he's gonna have to get back to work. We'll hike and do some serious work at home. My farrier gave me some great ideas. I like talking about horsemanship with him. Maybe I'll write about that later and you all can brainstorm with me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI4vHTVTWAh1zzJC-28MGXFi_EtesUNtNTNF10CUDSWCn4Abz04Q6PtRqq5e2sskMTtF6lAlPS7EkrswTUgaeufKlL1AkYmMBCtLJ40LRYTeOU_yGkirRoK91NVeOPZ9LQtlJxX0kB6YXk9y4UiXith00I-Gv6Uxm8Su7PtJBP85_3RPGgOQ/s4032/PXL_20220331_222205204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI4vHTVTWAh1zzJC-28MGXFi_EtesUNtNTNF10CUDSWCn4Abz04Q6PtRqq5e2sskMTtF6lAlPS7EkrswTUgaeufKlL1AkYmMBCtLJ40LRYTeOU_yGkirRoK91NVeOPZ9LQtlJxX0kB6YXk9y4UiXith00I-Gv6Uxm8Su7PtJBP85_3RPGgOQ/w400-h300/PXL_20220331_222205204.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scout is also going to have to get back to work, although I've never been excited about him. Maybe with time, with him as my horse, we'll build more of a good working relationship. I enjoy him, but I don't get out of bed in the morning thinking I want to get him out and do stuff with him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I'm going to lunch with a friend & running some errands, then I have plans with my oldest tomorrow, and hiking with a friend next week. I'm trying to plan less downtime. I only work one day a week and I've had the last month off. I can't wait to get back to work. With all my health issues it's hard to work a long day, but I need the stimulation and I like my job and my co-workers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe today I'll get my trailer ready to haul (it's pretty messy in the LQ) and take Buster somewhere fun tomorrow. If so, I'll let you know!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-78279744960931425482022-03-19T09:16:00.002-07:002022-03-19T09:16:29.908-07:00So Much<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0P3ocfU3ktk20sp6sfcjUPZTm08WxjGeC-A7acGZzLXnPXd1KNlBFyLtAupcrNax4T7CK-uIKoG-_HURmompcEJlTcvJhqOg9dEy9gL1nlT_wtr0I5t9ARKkXOrnWSyIY5TikjxdLWXQnD24ZSU-0PWFZ7Z7eNOR4hOCvMKyp_ALZo5jpZ88/s4032/PXL_20210901_194313048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0P3ocfU3ktk20sp6sfcjUPZTm08WxjGeC-A7acGZzLXnPXd1KNlBFyLtAupcrNax4T7CK-uIKoG-_HURmompcEJlTcvJhqOg9dEy9gL1nlT_wtr0I5t9ARKkXOrnWSyIY5TikjxdLWXQnD24ZSU-0PWFZ7Z7eNOR4hOCvMKyp_ALZo5jpZ88/w300-h400/PXL_20210901_194313048.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>It's been so long since I posted, and so much has happened. <p></p><p>My niece had her first baby in August. "My" first grandbaby. At least it felt that way since my sister is gone.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidRcqeDFEaEoh3hg1Yj3KbMqH3I9kSTwcSkuAJrAXgPiujCEYtkAluvZz49VmSTUjICL59lwIVS_c-jzvnnduEDnhlIFa5pqI4avVHoss12lu0olM9vUCDoLJq6JcuqJmdsOMEIyGPMGXmWZCNFjwA0ZP7ALb2-PuVhUs9XQEshZm8_a6Skg/s4032/original_049d003b-f31f-4bd6-8613-8194ba041350_IMG_20201022_121254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidRcqeDFEaEoh3hg1Yj3KbMqH3I9kSTwcSkuAJrAXgPiujCEYtkAluvZz49VmSTUjICL59lwIVS_c-jzvnnduEDnhlIFa5pqI4avVHoss12lu0olM9vUCDoLJq6JcuqJmdsOMEIyGPMGXmWZCNFjwA0ZP7ALb2-PuVhUs9XQEshZm8_a6Skg/w400-h300/original_049d003b-f31f-4bd6-8613-8194ba041350_IMG_20201022_121254.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Huckleberry died in September. It was time, he was in pain. He was my best dog ever, and a strong link with my sister since she helped me pick him out and she named him, and he always loved her so much. I told him to go find his Auntie as he went to sleep.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq1F2W0CpmiCtNgNiPL63eItb85zi8wQ2HZohF5dX4nlUfHQ8e_PIzpgRF6iwJwD-eC7w9I4mcyjZOQbPsrK6-lOwuHgKrtHigHaFvsbhNUSdxm14gQu1qF1zQVPM-2olvj4qm8BNIoS0GdAAnW9UU1fzlHidCxE94TJgEIErWm39W61V5Aw/s4032/PXL_20201112_175752905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq1F2W0CpmiCtNgNiPL63eItb85zi8wQ2HZohF5dX4nlUfHQ8e_PIzpgRF6iwJwD-eC7w9I4mcyjZOQbPsrK6-lOwuHgKrtHigHaFvsbhNUSdxm14gQu1qF1zQVPM-2olvj4qm8BNIoS0GdAAnW9UU1fzlHidCxE94TJgEIErWm39W61V5Aw/w300-h400/PXL_20201112_175752905.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>John, my husband, my companion for over 20 years, died in November. It was fast and totally unexpected. A heart attack here at home.</p><p>The donkeys and horses are fine. Buster, Juniper, Scout and Bella. Buster hurt me really bad in November and I'm just now getting back to normal. Dislocated my elbow and tore all the attachments. Basically ripped my arm off without breaking the skin. Surgery repaired it but it will never be the same. He got scared and bucked. Not intentional, but this is the second time he's broken me badly.</p><p>I'm trying to figure out how to live now. Winter has been hard but things are looking better with the return of the sun. Now that I can load photos from my phone I may just have to start blogging again. I have a lot of adventures to share. I just got back from my latest trip to Tucson. I love the sun!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepjNWtX1CrdCB3gX-oO7HRtqCuX8E_t4nQ4VXgBv_hxnglkIv54WuTKnueJ4DOQ_IRjfSHSI-cQmQ79NsKqZVOMwmjIxl6CAW9_avlUdJIoRlu67fXnFM-Ajnp8Lr2UHDCij8sqhocTshC3ruaND5bkTDtfKpizWVqRgv82s4HLBg4nrL4mo/s4032/PXL_20220313_182534010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepjNWtX1CrdCB3gX-oO7HRtqCuX8E_t4nQ4VXgBv_hxnglkIv54WuTKnueJ4DOQ_IRjfSHSI-cQmQ79NsKqZVOMwmjIxl6CAW9_avlUdJIoRlu67fXnFM-Ajnp8Lr2UHDCij8sqhocTshC3ruaND5bkTDtfKpizWVqRgv82s4HLBg4nrL4mo/w300-h400/PXL_20220313_182534010.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-48890495696586988202021-06-14T07:43:00.005-07:002021-06-14T07:44:42.012-07:00Riding in the Woods<p>Blogging from my phone is difficult now that I can't share photos or videos from here. Hopefully this link will work for you. If nothing else, maybe you can copy and paste it? There are several more videos of my rides with Buster on my YouTube channel.</p><p> https://youtu.be/MEv5Xo7jmgc</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-4799232389497828672021-04-13T07:54:00.001-07:002021-04-13T07:54:39.257-07:00Into the Forest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Boy howdy, has life been busy. I've been having migraines pretty bad again, and traveling to Spokane for appointments and other things, plus working on some jobs at home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scout was thinking about eating the tractor when I left it parked in the pasture. This was on his birthday, I think. He's a teenager now! The big 13. Crazy. He's still such a big baby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORv71krvcV3q6wO8H386CCMzlkcRSXoWGDDEzfgC6KQhAtZkbWvphmiv_lktW3ZjORPa-I0wiBXH_pY4lh5KkHcz8FWWKiTB7_bTi33POu_UIgDAMXny86EbUnS8eCmCpHxR9ZQ/s4032/PXL_20210330_134904591.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORv71krvcV3q6wO8H386CCMzlkcRSXoWGDDEzfgC6KQhAtZkbWvphmiv_lktW3ZjORPa-I0wiBXH_pY4lh5KkHcz8FWWKiTB7_bTi33POu_UIgDAMXny86EbUnS8eCmCpHxR9ZQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210330_134904591.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went on a fishing trip with a friend up by Sandpoint. We didn't catch anything but I loved seeing some of my old haunts from when I was 13ish. I used to go stay up there for a couple weeks every summer with my best friend's family. I'm hoping to go up this summer and rent one of their family houses on the lake with my friend. We've been friends since 4th grade. I love her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course I took pictures of the dog. This is Bella, my hunting/fishing/working buddy's dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdj6mHps87xhq1DxlIm9r85zGpVzDmZB3m5r9PgPP3JkxTRTrRrSifPgaF9i7Jd_FNOBMZ1cJIUHaT40g2bjGUan5hmUbRNKRg1kCzgQXz-QSMLvnkIULn9Z-1fyCIwpEdFkxG2g/s4032/PXL_20210331_200315461%257E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdj6mHps87xhq1DxlIm9r85zGpVzDmZB3m5r9PgPP3JkxTRTrRrSifPgaF9i7Jd_FNOBMZ1cJIUHaT40g2bjGUan5hmUbRNKRg1kCzgQXz-QSMLvnkIULn9Z-1fyCIwpEdFkxG2g/w400-h300/PXL_20210331_200315461%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is me not catching fish on the Pack River. I want a little fishing pack like that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvvoOjk8Dvn_UYnX3VYxEMGNFnYYmY0WRWg_Y6RyiwK15XQdzkYwibPlIKeImSOnD38hTpSo43GLFUgeVm3AyZLJdBwpw_mlpfxAu4CnOYgFiiCZFobRKeuBGc3EqYJTE0QrlkQ/s4032/PXL_20210331_175701949.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvvoOjk8Dvn_UYnX3VYxEMGNFnYYmY0WRWg_Y6RyiwK15XQdzkYwibPlIKeImSOnD38hTpSo43GLFUgeVm3AyZLJdBwpw_mlpfxAu4CnOYgFiiCZFobRKeuBGc3EqYJTE0QrlkQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210331_175701949.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">This is me not catching fish at a tiny lake. Kelso lake maybe? Or Granite lake? I can't remember.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwh-9AbNgrqKrxZU7fx1w5Hc3nuDOuqTgBh9DSVQrlvtpNCsgyh7kdzFKtfZmZone2AEaruvTdAEtzsIQrBufJ3mHGc9OzUbUMJvr_vgnslG58sqWBXLOw1CyuByoZgjPItrqAQ/s4032/PXL_20210331_193505141.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwh-9AbNgrqKrxZU7fx1w5Hc3nuDOuqTgBh9DSVQrlvtpNCsgyh7kdzFKtfZmZone2AEaruvTdAEtzsIQrBufJ3mHGc9OzUbUMJvr_vgnslG58sqWBXLOw1CyuByoZgjPItrqAQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210331_193505141.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to totally clean out the inside of my trailer and fold up the tack room to get some cabinets, and I won't bore you with pictures of that, but check out what I did on the outside! I think it looks much better without the rotting decals. But I am thinking about getting other decals. Maybe custom made.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0MhrDrnpIyGCR5LvHTveDQesuCLL62gh_ukkmoxeBGEcf7wNSHlVhle07mc6-BDS73yM0EAADa14quKc_7QCop-Z7dgyQ4OcIKk29csGqnu9yTJmQpBD9a0M8FO5NCZbhq09fQ/s4032/PXL_20210401_222445046.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0MhrDrnpIyGCR5LvHTveDQesuCLL62gh_ukkmoxeBGEcf7wNSHlVhle07mc6-BDS73yM0EAADa14quKc_7QCop-Z7dgyQ4OcIKk29csGqnu9yTJmQpBD9a0M8FO5NCZbhq09fQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210401_222445046.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">It's a lot of work getting the decal adhesive off. Still working on it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N6EzlF1WZeF5lJHgbMpa0a301TufoQWJqhgHMoZ-TANVus0JTrwuJgvqnF9IhroWKT57x-DOPZGl1OByCkWwAaZq10r3FHk77STMMpGX7f8rBRZPqACuD17_H9JsuKVgPJjlDw/s4032/PXL_20210401_230615239.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N6EzlF1WZeF5lJHgbMpa0a301TufoQWJqhgHMoZ-TANVus0JTrwuJgvqnF9IhroWKT57x-DOPZGl1OByCkWwAaZq10r3FHk77STMMpGX7f8rBRZPqACuD17_H9JsuKVgPJjlDw/w400-h300/PXL_20210401_230615239.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Juniper, so cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif4X7Y0ZdcPuSpxZH2DW33jviUWlMubfrqq2gYfOGQJc9-iBcKPYACNI4WYhTo4g5XSXhyU-3h7WSJO8ex5OT_QS-962D5WzARhwWR3GgSK5dMmWzCySKld2cUI_T2LSJd-z9ZQ/s4032/PXL_20210402_155907536.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif4X7Y0ZdcPuSpxZH2DW33jviUWlMubfrqq2gYfOGQJc9-iBcKPYACNI4WYhTo4g5XSXhyU-3h7WSJO8ex5OT_QS-962D5WzARhwWR3GgSK5dMmWzCySKld2cUI_T2LSJd-z9ZQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210402_155907536.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Huckleberry. Growing back his hair I took from him. He's doing well despite his liver tumor. Catching mice and even a rabbit. Going hiking and finding moose legs. He's not done living yet!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgK_A13OPXmHXbA0vv-v8rTHxJ2hS_rN2pMNm2YrIjJcspcZ6QXuY6KpObcsXktR25ThvmbHq_VKTNHgsywarJPCYTtws26mbg3vDhJzNZz1mb97DjY4tb17Shty8czkr-VFq4g/s4032/PXL_20210404_220027330.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgK_A13OPXmHXbA0vv-v8rTHxJ2hS_rN2pMNm2YrIjJcspcZ6QXuY6KpObcsXktR25ThvmbHq_VKTNHgsywarJPCYTtws26mbg3vDhJzNZz1mb97DjY4tb17Shty8czkr-VFq4g/w300-h400/PXL_20210404_220027330.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">My buddy showed me how to push a post into the ground when it's soft. Not super easy, but maybe easier than digging a hole. Maybe. They don't just go in. You have to rock it and mash it and bash it... We broke one off. But I'll have a hitching rail near my firepit/hangout area once I finish that project.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UE4qs-a7HhnrLeT8qJpF9mTMkS-9sl-SZVupVslho6OrkhiQVMW8D5v8mPA1aAF9zJkVuyeH26vDtrT1_CaJZf167U1F9QjzdtSbS_0CiweR-YLbCnE1gZXP0LaZBpzca5_gnw/s4032/PXL_20210402_172232143%257E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UE4qs-a7HhnrLeT8qJpF9mTMkS-9sl-SZVupVslho6OrkhiQVMW8D5v8mPA1aAF9zJkVuyeH26vDtrT1_CaJZf167U1F9QjzdtSbS_0CiweR-YLbCnE1gZXP0LaZBpzca5_gnw/w300-h400/PXL_20210402_172232143%257E2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also came over and used our tractor with just the bucket and the small box scraper that we have, and fixed our crappy driveway that has had huge lumps and bumps and puddles for 16 years. Two hours to fix something that we've been dealing with for 16 years. Nice.</div><p><br /></p>The Harvard elk herd. I see them every morning that I drive out there, and it looks like they're there in the evening too. I wonder how well the person who owns that field likes them eating the sprouting hay. But I sure like seeing them! Oh, actually this field is for grazing cattle later, but they are also eating up a fancy hay field just past those aspens.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI0Zh7ohJTLPrZp2PY6IJru97lNW2WtwoPRLqFJvCjrDMcKLtoZpfJgzN6WCTFTKkI4nzJ1-LzAzt78VNvZhxq7Vn4rcbxjA6lCb9EUDZiBXouIW_xaEgTkqcCcV2lgoyLIlu4w/s4032/PXL_20210403_154117800%257E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwI0Zh7ohJTLPrZp2PY6IJru97lNW2WtwoPRLqFJvCjrDMcKLtoZpfJgzN6WCTFTKkI4nzJ1-LzAzt78VNvZhxq7Vn4rcbxjA6lCb9EUDZiBXouIW_xaEgTkqcCcV2lgoyLIlu4w/w400-h225/PXL_20210403_154117800%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We got a little boat. It sprouted legs! We floated it in our biggest pond, which isn't very big, to see if it leaks. It was so much fun! Like sailing in a bathtub, but everyone was smiling and laughing, and even the dog (Orion) loved it. I can't wait to take it out for real.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeXmntWuuR2KxMNnPxsoYgmZuoXfSDfEfg5UyceiE6mBQ6tUpLSIIX-EuXLOlpd0AStIFslQGplVoN_TY8DDtz101Q8Ybh-DCuW82FbLnf5tSHTCe4QqwP52BpjHkpX71x-tHWA/s4032/PXL_20210403_230607053.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeXmntWuuR2KxMNnPxsoYgmZuoXfSDfEfg5UyceiE6mBQ6tUpLSIIX-EuXLOlpd0AStIFslQGplVoN_TY8DDtz101Q8Ybh-DCuW82FbLnf5tSHTCe4QqwP52BpjHkpX71x-tHWA/w400-h300/PXL_20210403_230607053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I laid in the grass because my back hurt, and I became a cat bed. These two cats are so great. We got so lucky the day we adopted them. Sweet as can be, and very efficient murder cats when it comes to mice. That's Elvis on the left and Suki on the right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35FzEu1_bVVr2JqQXfBh8GbYMhl9r9D9bdz3xuo5j4yLbN56oHT8VVoa2j71Rrema93ml1E37L7e9zsX3iGnPSvlYreyL-K2UVPsXx6MQAmIMUrlAlMt16ZPIo0uMZZu6CewliA/s3264/PXL_20210403_234214835.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35FzEu1_bVVr2JqQXfBh8GbYMhl9r9D9bdz3xuo5j4yLbN56oHT8VVoa2j71Rrema93ml1E37L7e9zsX3iGnPSvlYreyL-K2UVPsXx6MQAmIMUrlAlMt16ZPIo0uMZZu6CewliA/w400-h300/PXL_20210403_234214835.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bella's long mane is a bit of a problem. This happens ALL the time. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLbCBhKRqxnCxkMQf9LW66QrjZtYgSeTUi4EfkyKS7pEncjoay5fIBDztLqIQwXxiws9IFOPhlyZDxAKvCeGE4AMA_XHnOMyKOrn5iNMyqhWR44VcDEnInS23vwlOOhNoSzYb1g/s4032/PXL_20210408_002648505.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLbCBhKRqxnCxkMQf9LW66QrjZtYgSeTUi4EfkyKS7pEncjoay5fIBDztLqIQwXxiws9IFOPhlyZDxAKvCeGE4AMA_XHnOMyKOrn5iNMyqhWR44VcDEnInS23vwlOOhNoSzYb1g/w300-h400/PXL_20210408_002648505.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvqhmArV66LdpgsOqvypkPc1uVLqPKY1KY4tfWce5Nf5weB4q673NBp7mE8a4lwRNknZGcUxsp40sLZAQr6TCNjrvEwoKfAxsRxFTIr0FnNF_MBS-otlBShEKUcM-8qPksSDQGA/s4032/PXL_20210408_002645572.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvqhmArV66LdpgsOqvypkPc1uVLqPKY1KY4tfWce5Nf5weB4q673NBp7mE8a4lwRNknZGcUxsp40sLZAQr6TCNjrvEwoKfAxsRxFTIr0FnNF_MBS-otlBShEKUcM-8qPksSDQGA/w300-h400/PXL_20210408_002645572.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got it all worked out - a couple big witches knots like that and a lot of dreadlocks hidden underneath at the top. Then I trimmed the bottom just enough that the wind won't catch it and twirl it. I hope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoKLFx1LFn8WXQTfNM8B3uVd0rDphHIVj3YItTyy01exhKQU7J2-PlmHjBUlG7We7weUVq5Nk1B76mc06UaZqcCtk1n_rHK5t4IeypGUYlVyelndDcpHlCFF53Hs9SEu_P6Pz4A/s4032/PXL_20210408_010544000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoKLFx1LFn8WXQTfNM8B3uVd0rDphHIVj3YItTyy01exhKQU7J2-PlmHjBUlG7We7weUVq5Nk1B76mc06UaZqcCtk1n_rHK5t4IeypGUYlVyelndDcpHlCFF53Hs9SEu_P6Pz4A/w400-h300/PXL_20210408_010544000.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't trim her forelock. It is just naturally looking awkward for some reason. But her eyes are still so sweet and beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4J_IeKUHHWZqrRWGW3Q7LjnuDze_pNmZuk9UblsNTRFHEYa4gq3EoPRZSYgc9miW9HCxuCxlqPyzG3-nHRHHJwR5sYj9H4OmLcDWPs4Fq-4BMV2dZxVGga-_JKdGDW2SPK5JuA/s1063/PXL_20210408_011120270%257E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1063" data-original-width="1063" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4J_IeKUHHWZqrRWGW3Q7LjnuDze_pNmZuk9UblsNTRFHEYa4gq3EoPRZSYgc9miW9HCxuCxlqPyzG3-nHRHHJwR5sYj9H4OmLcDWPs4Fq-4BMV2dZxVGga-_JKdGDW2SPK5JuA/w400-h400/PXL_20210408_011120270%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now we have Buster. I startled him to get this picture. Poor guy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfddc1sqAis8F0WGeOLMUS6yfZnWvTb61H6TFOZ66kh3XYiKBwFPx-urDFuNeCquMLATx5F_hRBOLr9A80zlnmJPDr2q9S-0DbLYeXpPyvIdiO0aZLmFH3qGMPFQ0wNkGWvBa2w/s4032/PXL_20210408_021538756.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfddc1sqAis8F0WGeOLMUS6yfZnWvTb61H6TFOZ66kh3XYiKBwFPx-urDFuNeCquMLATx5F_hRBOLr9A80zlnmJPDr2q9S-0DbLYeXpPyvIdiO0aZLmFH3qGMPFQ0wNkGWvBa2w/w400-h300/PXL_20210408_021538756.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I finally put up my slow feed hay nets! The girls are getting fat already. I need to separate them and get them off grass. Juniper was the first one to be curious and brave enough to check them out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTB5PimtRx5U2olloN4Zo4UD2SnUHqym8w2KgkyNbe_NjXpYgCYxQETLNVQX_4l8VOFpTV51CMprZQ29zE8u_g52RqrFGKkrrc1cpKmiPyEXkyler2J-KjwKiAZaKUmXybfbXxQ/s4032/PXL_20210408_154717855.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTB5PimtRx5U2olloN4Zo4UD2SnUHqym8w2KgkyNbe_NjXpYgCYxQETLNVQX_4l8VOFpTV51CMprZQ29zE8u_g52RqrFGKkrrc1cpKmiPyEXkyler2J-KjwKiAZaKUmXybfbXxQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210408_154717855.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MudPig Scout wasn't far behind though. Food is everything to him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR7xR4aimlCDUc6HL4_owmPS3gOjQQ2w2puoJ537ApA50CFpVO_L2zf7hKHhS1QsuKNw40QtY0B8b4DOrzml3qvsM8fkmJ3MysAJ4zNuILzs99iIrq6VJLhHXjhFtmFgf-TBu4w/s4032/PXL_20210408_162743639.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR7xR4aimlCDUc6HL4_owmPS3gOjQQ2w2puoJ537ApA50CFpVO_L2zf7hKHhS1QsuKNw40QtY0B8b4DOrzml3qvsM8fkmJ3MysAJ4zNuILzs99iIrq6VJLhHXjhFtmFgf-TBu4w/w400-h300/PXL_20210408_162743639.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Everyone peacefully eating. Orion wants to be a horse. He even tries to eat hay sometimes. Scout is behind me in this picture. He's the most likely to try to steal everyone's feed, thinking maybe theirs will taste less like vitamins, I suppose. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k3Ygcewgr6Oe3vNeFszE1v5x9Zoh5lNuZWXbSbVtFGW2Sr_1VJV9XweYBZPOejH5rs6y0yq9uOUVjPDSktxh5dukfoMILIIF_77oneAAFbPlntOMVo62Snw9TSNQTsRunXSewQ/s4032/PXL_20210408_163029816.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k3Ygcewgr6Oe3vNeFszE1v5x9Zoh5lNuZWXbSbVtFGW2Sr_1VJV9XweYBZPOejH5rs6y0yq9uOUVjPDSktxh5dukfoMILIIF_77oneAAFbPlntOMVo62Snw9TSNQTsRunXSewQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210408_163029816.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Orion again, being bendable and sweet and oh so happy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2Aul_yzBL7nBGYbA1imhqyc74hvrYM-eB2Dml0b0H4-6FnDVqWa2I6E_K4QMarVRAllJHaFqbgOMzBYjFiIi61a0TpQ30pSbwPsz8jayFkIu0knZ1K0yG2NGZiJwNbE7EV9uNA/s4032/PXL_20210410_223759631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2Aul_yzBL7nBGYbA1imhqyc74hvrYM-eB2Dml0b0H4-6FnDVqWa2I6E_K4QMarVRAllJHaFqbgOMzBYjFiIi61a0TpQ30pSbwPsz8jayFkIu0knZ1K0yG2NGZiJwNbE7EV9uNA/w400-h300/PXL_20210410_223759631.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My niece is showing off the marshmallow in her pocket. Uncooked. If it was cooked that would be soooo bad. She also got her bellybutton pierced recently. It looks great on her. But she had the gross audacity to say to me, when I told her bellybuttons gross me out, "What is a bellybutton but our first mouth?" Ewww. Her grossout thing is ears, so I started talking about earholes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFdBw16w9uFS0KVW78hzx-GATCF4BTTk0DzzlcA9pYRQpM8PZVROEntbPOx5pgq5uoXrRfC4HYo8vBleO9JuEynCcNkZ2VigaIS-zMdtyQCUppfg5y9_LoJeUL_UokeqQdGoQBQ/s4032/PXL_20210411_214829474.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFdBw16w9uFS0KVW78hzx-GATCF4BTTk0DzzlcA9pYRQpM8PZVROEntbPOx5pgq5uoXrRfC4HYo8vBleO9JuEynCcNkZ2VigaIS-zMdtyQCUppfg5y9_LoJeUL_UokeqQdGoQBQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210411_214829474.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Buster, it turns out, brought home from our camping trip fifty billion ticks on his underside. So when I went to ride, I decided I shouldn't saddle up. I spent an hour picking ticks off, sprayed him down really well with fly spray to kill the nasty beasts, and we went for a hike instead.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbHzjt7HJ5YuYXyrj9dCd5n6v1lOFEE9QH1dJdlVbwUtGwu8lwu5AX7RE7CG6R1LomdEqRirqeccrnTO72YKDnzARtmj-B7MRq9SHcATqcXIxfWX5JEEO9prEx9GQyWJYUIDqYw/s3264/PXL_20210409_182238689%257E3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbHzjt7HJ5YuYXyrj9dCd5n6v1lOFEE9QH1dJdlVbwUtGwu8lwu5AX7RE7CG6R1LomdEqRirqeccrnTO72YKDnzARtmj-B7MRq9SHcATqcXIxfWX5JEEO9prEx9GQyWJYUIDqYw/w400-h300/PXL_20210409_182238689%257E3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFtwswYz6GLwzskaQdhNt0UbAnAdcSdWF4TUz6prDwOGvIoy_Iek0Nw8U8dXGQ29MKUrFqqrxeY86PgCloJ435W4i4rwsINVhL-HyTbOe4SErfXccgx_T3yEmx2EDrHB_t8LoBA/s4032/PXL_20210409_182754585.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFtwswYz6GLwzskaQdhNt0UbAnAdcSdWF4TUz6prDwOGvIoy_Iek0Nw8U8dXGQ29MKUrFqqrxeY86PgCloJ435W4i4rwsINVhL-HyTbOe4SErfXccgx_T3yEmx2EDrHB_t8LoBA/w300-h400/PXL_20210409_182754585.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mullein cigar anyone?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgET_mPWLSX6UnWBAIIPNp8BzWmHprCSOMN3ULZjmlrXEa8ep0U0jjpgHP33oAdBBbhTOeJcR6tDU8UgnsFSz25uKpULlDSyHWztztd6M3dvEZLCmVTBwT43vslCpqX9NQ9W5dLiw/s4032/PXL_20210409_193057198.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgET_mPWLSX6UnWBAIIPNp8BzWmHprCSOMN3ULZjmlrXEa8ep0U0jjpgHP33oAdBBbhTOeJcR6tDU8UgnsFSz25uKpULlDSyHWztztd6M3dvEZLCmVTBwT43vslCpqX9NQ9W5dLiw/w300-h400/PXL_20210409_193057198.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTv5H2V-FyiyyM6BP3SMJUFQ5wJKARfl0J6yRsRW0dOKZ-WD22NgfD2bSkGblbihyphenhyphenHCKrDBrXJs2T74-pPSG5MjkuU1qEI6VI0Zaw0Jd_P1_TUAMJiJnHmA_GKkotYXm00D9ImkA/s4032/PXL_20210409_195953635.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTv5H2V-FyiyyM6BP3SMJUFQ5wJKARfl0J6yRsRW0dOKZ-WD22NgfD2bSkGblbihyphenhyphenHCKrDBrXJs2T74-pPSG5MjkuU1qEI6VI0Zaw0Jd_P1_TUAMJiJnHmA_GKkotYXm00D9ImkA/w400-h300/PXL_20210409_195953635.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This postholing in knee-deep snow was SO hard for him. But they were short stretches and he didn't quit on me. What a guy!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KKBmGln2ibFTQxhsNWtANmhvqn1EzVCze3bKR4J6P65Vc6mNTXrVyns2yT273EBqbekvI5_kR3gscIHQxrgPTUNLnkMCbzmweJOShsWlXosQDYYA4hDM8gg7rb9Azv0KdRWOyw/s4032/PXL_20210409_200119979.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KKBmGln2ibFTQxhsNWtANmhvqn1EzVCze3bKR4J6P65Vc6mNTXrVyns2yT273EBqbekvI5_kR3gscIHQxrgPTUNLnkMCbzmweJOShsWlXosQDYYA4hDM8gg7rb9Azv0KdRWOyw/w300-h400/PXL_20210409_200119979.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I love this picture. Donkey time. Thinkin' about it. I needed him to come down this steep bank so we could cross a trickle of a stream instead of going over it on the road where the snow was way too deep for Buster. He did it no problemo. I think he knew the alternative was that postholing, deep, horrible snow.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4Eg9mLE6xCgAEbugEzncDokGz2-Ja9h25Z-9OU5n_cYZ0RlfN5u6HovSSy_q83SWuuE_MK-MOCCH2U04qX4RJ-ezExrDkwDPuvIqYnkYVBtbXWdE2td9mPEZPvld-7EkQfgERA/s4032/PXL_20210409_200812264.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4Eg9mLE6xCgAEbugEzncDokGz2-Ja9h25Z-9OU5n_cYZ0RlfN5u6HovSSy_q83SWuuE_MK-MOCCH2U04qX4RJ-ezExrDkwDPuvIqYnkYVBtbXWdE2td9mPEZPvld-7EkQfgERA/w300-h400/PXL_20210409_200812264.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>We took an after-hike break with coffee with too much condensed milk (I keep it in the trailer because it doesn't have to be refrigerated), smoked salmon made by my buddy's wife that was to die for, crackers, and some jerky for Orion and treats for Buster.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cm4mSR8hU61vrBcCcWrNsa7vXWCz_bOTasw2sgXc8y-WE_nwCSJVM2BKQR1W4Ereti7jm7BjhblcP2MWnS1hdWiZHhyrg4sgpciWPNRpbxdOSCzrBfhRv5fxZVAqdl4SdS7k-Q/s4032/PXL_20210409_210241177.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cm4mSR8hU61vrBcCcWrNsa7vXWCz_bOTasw2sgXc8y-WE_nwCSJVM2BKQR1W4Ereti7jm7BjhblcP2MWnS1hdWiZHhyrg4sgpciWPNRpbxdOSCzrBfhRv5fxZVAqdl4SdS7k-Q/w400-h300/PXL_20210409_210241177.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmmW1jRyoke-AhZpZoYxwI4qsd6jQB2ybmAu9zyJwJddsWhJXxZbqzZQF6_3h8oSHt6z6Q1Qatu6vwPJbXapXr0_h9xkZwI3zlti0Q-exTWIfADsjJtSmzWw6Ts3Bu3Y46M-O8Q/s4032/PXL_20210409_210252224.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmmW1jRyoke-AhZpZoYxwI4qsd6jQB2ybmAu9zyJwJddsWhJXxZbqzZQF6_3h8oSHt6z6Q1Qatu6vwPJbXapXr0_h9xkZwI3zlti0Q-exTWIfADsjJtSmzWw6Ts3Bu3Y46M-O8Q/w300-h400/PXL_20210409_210252224.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This picture should have gone above with the other marshmallow picture. This is how you make smores when you can't have graham crackers. My kids are smart. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUsX5iDUptGP8frST2QrRARQs5tTnujQjI-I-TIn6hExpBEk6m_vxuNadISvF4LjyaxrOJZpGaLuregT0pejNdU5e5TDqMozKwjoo3mv1J0WL94rCE2WFlmyW8g0HLXSkSB8m4Q/s4032/PXL_20210411_214944130.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUsX5iDUptGP8frST2QrRARQs5tTnujQjI-I-TIn6hExpBEk6m_vxuNadISvF4LjyaxrOJZpGaLuregT0pejNdU5e5TDqMozKwjoo3mv1J0WL94rCE2WFlmyW8g0HLXSkSB8m4Q/w400-h300/PXL_20210411_214944130.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My niece and I went out to one of my sister's favorite trails the other day. There was so much magic there. I realized this past week that a lot of my stress is from not being able to get out to the forest. That is my normal. I just need to be there and breathe it all in. I'm so glad the snow is melting. Soon I can get my horse trailer in there and Buster and I will have adventures</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAg_DzyoYwupKj0SPNnT1jWpozRDoXuHYvzbP4iVSe4VUHu0F9ZeOTyxj5er2EN4HvQUK1XKwpqLogOe1YSYcT2wNPK9Es1x-wWkden-MXnkf6TN4FUnAEBCll_QpQm-zur1-Kw/s4032/PXL_20210412_000145475.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAg_DzyoYwupKj0SPNnT1jWpozRDoXuHYvzbP4iVSe4VUHu0F9ZeOTyxj5er2EN4HvQUK1XKwpqLogOe1YSYcT2wNPK9Es1x-wWkden-MXnkf6TN4FUnAEBCll_QpQm-zur1-Kw/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_000145475.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfkWZ6-uqRw92a27ZhdGRx-ysC1J5QZk6qBeCK0Ci3ieg_XOCymsLCLDIFUQiKzUlLgmFavl629Zbhe26suwnxxAmf97XGyyXjWJegvRxUSAn4xnlTDFaiJ8698OYHCuvr54nWA/s4032/PXL_20210412_000431310.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfkWZ6-uqRw92a27ZhdGRx-ysC1J5QZk6qBeCK0Ci3ieg_XOCymsLCLDIFUQiKzUlLgmFavl629Zbhe26suwnxxAmf97XGyyXjWJegvRxUSAn4xnlTDFaiJ8698OYHCuvr54nWA/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_000431310.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Some big critter used this cedar tree as a scratching post. You think bear or cougar? I thought it could be deer rubbing their antlers, but in the second picture you can see claw marks. I think cougar.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2V4R_pPhLD7iSsQUlFsunWDOCRwozvdGkCeZuHpxcXHFsFS19ODf_rNx8GgZRndcwGDTJ7rvzHGuUMfHRzLpBmEIe_ShQUPSPfPXIDbIQtCfLHh-xxPwDcckWSeGfzBqAKn1DA/s4032/PXL_20210412_000706799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2V4R_pPhLD7iSsQUlFsunWDOCRwozvdGkCeZuHpxcXHFsFS19ODf_rNx8GgZRndcwGDTJ7rvzHGuUMfHRzLpBmEIe_ShQUPSPfPXIDbIQtCfLHh-xxPwDcckWSeGfzBqAKn1DA/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_000706799.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYre1ttYyh9-XOAv8f_cQL_6O0VYmb7ce5LDs-We0e7IJOmEkr7mae2u6Wh7jkeQr-Xn0QjbySuNVvWTg_8d5WmwVKyfze-kMRSI5lwZsvoLhhRS-uBXfhLtpOWD5KxsG9W-iFHQ/s4032/PXL_20210412_000808469.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYre1ttYyh9-XOAv8f_cQL_6O0VYmb7ce5LDs-We0e7IJOmEkr7mae2u6Wh7jkeQr-Xn0QjbySuNVvWTg_8d5WmwVKyfze-kMRSI5lwZsvoLhhRS-uBXfhLtpOWD5KxsG9W-iFHQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_000808469.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A forest spirit greeted us along the trail</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja14EzkzJbDlReenA1dlhyphenhyphenuSgzuLw6EE6u0eSfjguF8Kzw40gSSlluXTH4U8KfqVSCAa0huiFoUckXp1TI11_IV8gGrqv3cy5mje9BCEqSUWoDCT4UPwjY-UuYfWpUu7Ky2jrGdQ/s4032/PXL_20210412_001249827.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja14EzkzJbDlReenA1dlhyphenhyphenuSgzuLw6EE6u0eSfjguF8Kzw40gSSlluXTH4U8KfqVSCAa0huiFoUckXp1TI11_IV8gGrqv3cy5mje9BCEqSUWoDCT4UPwjY-UuYfWpUu7Ky2jrGdQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_001249827.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Lungwort on a cool red-barked tree. I don't know this tree. I wonder if this is the inner bark, and the outer bark had fallen off. It just isn't a tree bark I've seen in the woods. Beautiful red, though.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBzZG4ASOik55BY2qJqHHASj61fZgpV2jo2yV5YdYkdhPBOnyigXMPFJwP-7IGla0mdrWk3GyOUrbs3RCPbl-Fp1_AvWmWAHINlmMFvasgdU1mkdd0jwfWW2nZikM-b6nKGYw8Q/s4032/PXL_20210412_004533112.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBzZG4ASOik55BY2qJqHHASj61fZgpV2jo2yV5YdYkdhPBOnyigXMPFJwP-7IGla0mdrWk3GyOUrbs3RCPbl-Fp1_AvWmWAHINlmMFvasgdU1mkdd0jwfWW2nZikM-b6nKGYw8Q/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_004533112.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I love the big cedars. Throw my head back and open my chest and take a big deep breath and really, really appreciate them. Thank them. Thank all of the forest. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVsXVOMyLQ2t1innvC3K6Y3toCFYOXau3Elvsx5kQwGYikv9yA4FgfaqUsOdFKtr_GoZ5bh_cGj9j4gCfSnnTlSSKwkeDtKdcjiJCi7rFpcjsyYVA0lYb88gqFyMuv1in6Hi91g/s4032/PXL_20210412_004729638.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVsXVOMyLQ2t1innvC3K6Y3toCFYOXau3Elvsx5kQwGYikv9yA4FgfaqUsOdFKtr_GoZ5bh_cGj9j4gCfSnnTlSSKwkeDtKdcjiJCi7rFpcjsyYVA0lYb88gqFyMuv1in6Hi91g/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_004729638.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I am thankful for so much. The sunlight, the green, my dog. The air. My ability to get back out to where I feel whole. I need this.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgD8jmmLamysQxHKU4xIDjCePkRcoxJdBGKkC_tureM5NRi0jqH6VrR8TMkzWi_zb0G9u7cC4Mnt9A02ju14-8P6RDHnOc-GDdvOgTLToZgeCeGEPXXEAEyBoJjJWCSCQZbp3Wg/s4032/PXL_20210412_005330057.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgD8jmmLamysQxHKU4xIDjCePkRcoxJdBGKkC_tureM5NRi0jqH6VrR8TMkzWi_zb0G9u7cC4Mnt9A02ju14-8P6RDHnOc-GDdvOgTLToZgeCeGEPXXEAEyBoJjJWCSCQZbp3Wg/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_005330057.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Love and a triangle sparkle rock. It amazes me how many tiny green things persist through the winter, under the snow. They don't die back and come again, they are there all along, whole, waiting for the sun to come back. I don't know how they do it, but I am impressed!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vw8vSVW5jvui1LAJnzQ8zEpaPkhH9un8_DJuuSdF_B3MSIgSbYuqSYpADHWmWwq0G0_fbA7tjZBvHBcuQbU83CYK4Rr0FMJlnMJg0CEAE7J3vHosVJSuwamoV7w1Ppbl97l4kg/s4032/PXL_20210412_010205771.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vw8vSVW5jvui1LAJnzQ8zEpaPkhH9un8_DJuuSdF_B3MSIgSbYuqSYpADHWmWwq0G0_fbA7tjZBvHBcuQbU83CYK4Rr0FMJlnMJg0CEAE7J3vHosVJSuwamoV7w1Ppbl97l4kg/w400-h300/PXL_20210412_010205771.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my chapel. This is my Home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2_wuOkIPuJ55xcOcq0J1QfoWk8YL1ShZJt7TVxXwEsrta4eFRuMBqPTkKW1oXcX6DkFtResy-NdXhCgCyWLqrlxmLKpVIWJArr5ra2cjUc3DKIFMGwiwiMkVfm3dgLG1ftdltA/s4032/PXL_20210412_010020770.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2_wuOkIPuJ55xcOcq0J1QfoWk8YL1ShZJt7TVxXwEsrta4eFRuMBqPTkKW1oXcX6DkFtResy-NdXhCgCyWLqrlxmLKpVIWJArr5ra2cjUc3DKIFMGwiwiMkVfm3dgLG1ftdltA/w300-h400/PXL_20210412_010020770.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-32461056366207541322021-03-28T19:41:00.001-07:002021-03-28T19:47:05.300-07:00<p> We went back out to Escure Ranch for John's birthday and found our way to the "otherworldly" lakes out there. I didn't have a good map. I thought we were at Turtle Lake when we were really at Wall Lake, the final destination, so we went a couple miles more than we needed to. 12.5 miles in 6.5 hours. We're not going to win any races. We walked a lot of it, well over half. My feet were killing me, I wore the wrong socks. So I think I walked about a half mile barefoot. That was fun. Buster would never step on me. Scout would rip my feet off. Luckily John has to put up with him.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43FZ396OPsC3kxAx6YAHv18Ym7qp1sa3nL74KluJlGor3-d_tGMKFAooXss-WTkP7gHkUMcBCP-Q0t-y9jh4FJ0LS3uuaNbzdONkKzrsBHMAn18rHKIScuH7H8vo1LRKBtdDeoQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_172921636.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43FZ396OPsC3kxAx6YAHv18Ym7qp1sa3nL74KluJlGor3-d_tGMKFAooXss-WTkP7gHkUMcBCP-Q0t-y9jh4FJ0LS3uuaNbzdONkKzrsBHMAn18rHKIScuH7H8vo1LRKBtdDeoQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_172921636.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYp9e2fqp8gVPgbNzUNBnePWsxonkaTCTK27Gw86_Rr0GG_tNO-AYx0kxLaMItGBEP94wq2UDMwJ66CCV3RfoWFPKwmOnzQSWksqM816WJ88UsEBXppA8SrJTiNDChRoUAUaZkA/s4032/PXL_20210327_174010901.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYp9e2fqp8gVPgbNzUNBnePWsxonkaTCTK27Gw86_Rr0GG_tNO-AYx0kxLaMItGBEP94wq2UDMwJ66CCV3RfoWFPKwmOnzQSWksqM816WJ88UsEBXppA8SrJTiNDChRoUAUaZkA/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_174010901.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIDILTptohtXGfbf39aOYllEkrVh3oNU2ccKz6KOaygafG21HiyrqhD37Wcj6r9wN5da_uw6JvRQRUYHsHWQSekDeylQXhTfKqtdmfLFPOb-OG2l-SyxAq_T4pLgzJB6fKMD2dg/s4032/PXL_20210327_174845097.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIDILTptohtXGfbf39aOYllEkrVh3oNU2ccKz6KOaygafG21HiyrqhD37Wcj6r9wN5da_uw6JvRQRUYHsHWQSekDeylQXhTfKqtdmfLFPOb-OG2l-SyxAq_T4pLgzJB6fKMD2dg/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_174845097.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Artist at Work (Hahaha)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZ7faJ6WgApRhMTNSsfXKdWiUXKOfpzsj1fInXRosFImpgFrjjung_ybfuNSGfyFe_Fm7RwDXDxzhaiPXc8UnbZTlMOfHtEspI2VERq2NwWz8s_8d3SEUUl8qCNxjzFkK5eZxJw/s4032/PXL_20210327_174851662.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZ7faJ6WgApRhMTNSsfXKdWiUXKOfpzsj1fInXRosFImpgFrjjung_ybfuNSGfyFe_Fm7RwDXDxzhaiPXc8UnbZTlMOfHtEspI2VERq2NwWz8s_8d3SEUUl8qCNxjzFkK5eZxJw/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_174851662.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm really glad I don't have this much trouble building fences.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindYdE3cb1HVKHlLqUkH-YzPNnle5aIkkDPPfgS1YXvt1wptN-X1Dh1cCHh-wmed7Y_DBRHUfMFnjmEgc_ecoawsO6s3yeNr3w5bm5t6SeNKFS2EPOoVSzf4IplYcogQ-6gzQb0g/s4032/PXL_20210327_180948262.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindYdE3cb1HVKHlLqUkH-YzPNnle5aIkkDPPfgS1YXvt1wptN-X1Dh1cCHh-wmed7Y_DBRHUfMFnjmEgc_ecoawsO6s3yeNr3w5bm5t6SeNKFS2EPOoVSzf4IplYcogQ-6gzQb0g/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_180948262.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTdAHEp0dV3T2pXprrK9tT_rZwnnsEaB1ka-vgiGUzBTAk6WvpBeZWbEeCSikXVjdvNFrxSwYDsQ7y6th9zXufM9WutqiKiPEiQMgreMHxEThnoVd7Md8YAcuPXDKB1dt7EPjHg/s4032/PXL_20210327_175922646.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTdAHEp0dV3T2pXprrK9tT_rZwnnsEaB1ka-vgiGUzBTAk6WvpBeZWbEeCSikXVjdvNFrxSwYDsQ7y6th9zXufM9WutqiKiPEiQMgreMHxEThnoVd7Md8YAcuPXDKB1dt7EPjHg/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_175922646.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cheezy selfie smile! Crazy camping hair! Oh and hey there's my heart monitor. Only 4 more days and I can get rid of it and soak in a hot bath. Careful showers are dumb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtL2mSTTCUZSVNFEorS8ylAo5b795NZQ5CMpZXWpeLgV25a3ZvGEA4zYlao8mWS2lnehd6K7d3L310M97qxR6k_hHPUYCGLFpQhtLJXt5TPc_rmt1SoR5iJfx6xkdSjFKNyrkuOw/s3264/PXL_20210327_190226007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtL2mSTTCUZSVNFEorS8ylAo5b795NZQ5CMpZXWpeLgV25a3ZvGEA4zYlao8mWS2lnehd6K7d3L310M97qxR6k_hHPUYCGLFpQhtLJXt5TPc_rmt1SoR5iJfx6xkdSjFKNyrkuOw/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_190226007.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMx29BlR2CJWf3k7G_fPpEE4JEQJJljfW5sAa8gamQ7wg7cAGsZ5bkr38rz6_6ElbYISvG1LnVxBjSl3oXL1_A5L6vdyDqMWcftHjfdeQBIETfcDNoGsKydtNWnwqbMjPynIo6w/s4032/PXL_20210327_183600729.NIGHT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMx29BlR2CJWf3k7G_fPpEE4JEQJJljfW5sAa8gamQ7wg7cAGsZ5bkr38rz6_6ElbYISvG1LnVxBjSl3oXL1_A5L6vdyDqMWcftHjfdeQBIETfcDNoGsKydtNWnwqbMjPynIo6w/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_183600729.NIGHT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nwfEBFvYN8S07JdwXdGFtuJLf6Ok0e6Rgsxo1Pr_F0RMYZ4dsG4kz3iM-N1lez-i9Qkn9yR-gm9nf8w9hIvd4i0aM80OIpb7hA-S4WaaeVKWmC08KRwAXs8tQGxxLpEYASS6kA/s4032/PXL_20210327_191802010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nwfEBFvYN8S07JdwXdGFtuJLf6Ok0e6Rgsxo1Pr_F0RMYZ4dsG4kz3iM-N1lez-i9Qkn9yR-gm9nf8w9hIvd4i0aM80OIpb7hA-S4WaaeVKWmC08KRwAXs8tQGxxLpEYASS6kA/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_191802010.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cookie Buster</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzasjfNu0FWYD4J1eL7EiAbsIs6VX9mFstm9YUFjrvHmOkyql0RvygpFp57rFcez4X35LPsy8ONHpbuLkl7jZQYsi_AajuMgtWnhBEE6-gD6-75djV7Vtr4IEh8QKbokNvcqZWw/s4032/PXL_20210327_192224809.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzasjfNu0FWYD4J1eL7EiAbsIs6VX9mFstm9YUFjrvHmOkyql0RvygpFp57rFcez4X35LPsy8ONHpbuLkl7jZQYsi_AajuMgtWnhBEE6-gD6-75djV7Vtr4IEh8QKbokNvcqZWw/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_192224809.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to go hike around that corner, then I sent John to go see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzcxkzY4Zcx69vU1RhE62QzaR7uKNq88elxGohrImSyRiDVlDYMes1g0QUj6SH-7ikaCWvHHa9oqsenR2eGZFL1Pd-TmEJbzKUnVzr_suogXWugL9OMvRQM3E2yZ-pnwyAWa4hA/s4032/PXL_20210327_195212736.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzcxkzY4Zcx69vU1RhE62QzaR7uKNq88elxGohrImSyRiDVlDYMes1g0QUj6SH-7ikaCWvHHa9oqsenR2eGZFL1Pd-TmEJbzKUnVzr_suogXWugL9OMvRQM3E2yZ-pnwyAWa4hA/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_195212736.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nubbly rocks. Hey, it's the little things in life. I forgot to put on my other glove in the morning, so I wore one glove all day. :) My daughter made them for me. More happy little things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQwcMr8ntyyQTOswvTi6PL0neAEt12MozDIAwSYHcKhB4HBusfcibY1yxlaxv-OMEuPNtjY77cCXN9XbTvvq2dRiuMj3qpXXhxuz5wV6AGijTwc8pgBkjAohLLIL1SND4Okf4bA/s4032/PXL_20210327_194723009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQwcMr8ntyyQTOswvTi6PL0neAEt12MozDIAwSYHcKhB4HBusfcibY1yxlaxv-OMEuPNtjY77cCXN9XbTvvq2dRiuMj3qpXXhxuz5wV6AGijTwc8pgBkjAohLLIL1SND4Okf4bA/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_194723009.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIQ6BtKlukW4ePr_FPVu46_gZD-0HUM_ZTj_g4GQHpHTe2WxcClSJRfNc0pKznKYqtGdfRlVZBPw_nCRncHDWZKkaiz5HGifOTf00hXXw0OS17udU8YdOHmv7WJeVhzwgexK7Ng/s4032/PXL_20210327_194338563.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIQ6BtKlukW4ePr_FPVu46_gZD-0HUM_ZTj_g4GQHpHTe2WxcClSJRfNc0pKznKYqtGdfRlVZBPw_nCRncHDWZKkaiz5HGifOTf00hXXw0OS17udU8YdOHmv7WJeVhzwgexK7Ng/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_194338563.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bare feeties. (My nice holster is in getting the bullet holder bits adjusted for my ammo.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4KT8Tz491UubfcYUmDFREsBcgO5F7z09KJRlhDkj9y-5VvVp9FfzCxGQKUpZwn1fWk3xt9aKLIFXfD5xySJnCrx4hSJSe2RKwSvUAUtQ_li3rEjKOZ9ZMYZb1lnsd6BL4gbBzQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_204716223.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4KT8Tz491UubfcYUmDFREsBcgO5F7z09KJRlhDkj9y-5VvVp9FfzCxGQKUpZwn1fWk3xt9aKLIFXfD5xySJnCrx4hSJSe2RKwSvUAUtQ_li3rEjKOZ9ZMYZb1lnsd6BL4gbBzQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_204716223.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not sure I'm too happy about the length of Buster's toes... Wonder what's up there. Maybe I distracted Verle by talking too much while he was trimming. Naw, never!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5RQoOPe5qiUh7vULyK3Qdlzit7xr1qKYk3xeQ7606Y8qF41vb4sYNfTkP5B-E0DpIeyco10_kC4TprfcJChHgjq_5eqAOQHZcvnIntCpemPWRC6Ftr_DXaUbeUHgSKiYVFIHsQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_204753592.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5RQoOPe5qiUh7vULyK3Qdlzit7xr1qKYk3xeQ7606Y8qF41vb4sYNfTkP5B-E0DpIeyco10_kC4TprfcJChHgjq_5eqAOQHZcvnIntCpemPWRC6Ftr_DXaUbeUHgSKiYVFIHsQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_204753592.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the Edge</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXlmjAh4otycnOiGnJiGf6Y4LKvmEs4w4c8kL2oxO8DF3a3VQwcow8lQExigfTBWde7tWCjGjlGUp-L33DZ3nRYwsmvmt-389E4lwS4hgaMjsGCwjFeVM1eiEEJKiaAfelMiyWw/s4032/PXL_20210327_213538190.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXlmjAh4otycnOiGnJiGf6Y4LKvmEs4w4c8kL2oxO8DF3a3VQwcow8lQExigfTBWde7tWCjGjlGUp-L33DZ3nRYwsmvmt-389E4lwS4hgaMjsGCwjFeVM1eiEEJKiaAfelMiyWw/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_213538190.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The cliffs on this side are just as high as the other side. Buster didn't mind. The water lapping below was the coolest sound, echoing off the cliff walls.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9E_g1hHx5ibQpQD_7FgtZ23pnqJX8VoSLGiJwFrihFtjr38fj33N3eO1MOPmKwqY1Z9-nXOobBdXnhEHAWXJoh71FteUGNdVxu6ygYgZ7k51D_5nGp6CZ6FhEYwizdmd-PRJLg/s4032/PXL_20210327_213415883.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9E_g1hHx5ibQpQD_7FgtZ23pnqJX8VoSLGiJwFrihFtjr38fj33N3eO1MOPmKwqY1Z9-nXOobBdXnhEHAWXJoh71FteUGNdVxu6ygYgZ7k51D_5nGp6CZ6FhEYwizdmd-PRJLg/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_213415883.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeataH3y4FEOK0PNr5WPsDBozl8gtZbkWoeeRb8LwoH-AoaRwWFjUNGy8qGte_0XmK0ZIyyaWjHJc6L1yOBl0huGdhAGxtQOPAe-lj5uN7CIEjy1qpvMif3iMJsY6yoYtfxJwfzQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_213509615.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeataH3y4FEOK0PNr5WPsDBozl8gtZbkWoeeRb8LwoH-AoaRwWFjUNGy8qGte_0XmK0ZIyyaWjHJc6L1yOBl0huGdhAGxtQOPAe-lj5uN7CIEjy1qpvMif3iMJsY6yoYtfxJwfzQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_213509615.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrWbewnLFZEsZxXmBsO4X2ojUhB3YmGtO-Hwqi5F5E0mrl70ospFqkCy62juT131lBlr2DWio39MTPYyU6v5fRqDt4mcvNBa0Dcs8y7kF-NvTvwMQGDm40DgfLYrXLEJ-r6YBaA/s4032/PXL_20210327_231117617.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrWbewnLFZEsZxXmBsO4X2ojUhB3YmGtO-Hwqi5F5E0mrl70ospFqkCy62juT131lBlr2DWio39MTPYyU6v5fRqDt4mcvNBa0Dcs8y7kF-NvTvwMQGDm40DgfLYrXLEJ-r6YBaA/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_231117617.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cautious drinks. Very thirsty boys. This spring is cool, piped right into the big trough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt43f7zwmGCbowe6i-sceQGxcG9gmMbLf1TkrnCBBMdYuhz-CAwwCx3NQH8onEtQG6vKTF4Z525NRZqxI5kRzvQjTtw5BV36o-vSPgAz6G9gyLBjMgdyeWVbFOXUUxNJB9Iior2A/s4032/PXL_20210327_231948995.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt43f7zwmGCbowe6i-sceQGxcG9gmMbLf1TkrnCBBMdYuhz-CAwwCx3NQH8onEtQG6vKTF4Z525NRZqxI5kRzvQjTtw5BV36o-vSPgAz6G9gyLBjMgdyeWVbFOXUUxNJB9Iior2A/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_231948995.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Scout is ready for the croc-a-gators. Running stance activated!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysKXzmkv-bhGLszSrtvr4nQfMphlji26EGJIa3kAqrJpeEMMXO6tGZagdOwUpciWIflKI7Axm-31YI3Bb396mxoR_0qwc-rdrd5M2DitI-o8jbltWTsBQf_5W2NOSTr7jjFz0UQ/s2647/original_c6a121c6-abca-40ff-9d02-ff2322c33bdd_PXL_20210327_232214822.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1985" data-original-width="2647" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysKXzmkv-bhGLszSrtvr4nQfMphlji26EGJIa3kAqrJpeEMMXO6tGZagdOwUpciWIflKI7Axm-31YI3Bb396mxoR_0qwc-rdrd5M2DitI-o8jbltWTsBQf_5W2NOSTr7jjFz0UQ/w400-h300/original_c6a121c6-abca-40ff-9d02-ff2322c33bdd_PXL_20210327_232214822.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The previous day we got there late (don't even ask, John got stuck on the phone a lot for work, I had to do pretty much all of the loading up after doing all the shopping, got the truck stuck TWICE and had to tow it out with the tractor, and Scout tried to kick John so I had to kick his ass soundly, etc) But we got there! We took the boys out for an evening ride and thank goodness the drunk fishermen were leaving as we rode out. Screaming kids rolled in about the same time but that family turned out to be really cool. I'd love to hang out with them if they didn't live a couple hours away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I like Buster's ears in this picture but I was really taking a picture of the moon just above the hill (click to embiggen).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAt86oXXGWuJzlBYtFPy14C-D4dtlW74XCIHZHELFhtitMBnwceKGok213-wWMakodtB0grU-zwZJFhMT3prsh4kID0lP-CBJs7Qus6LgXLzj7O-ZSVwb1bBg66p29wmR5tfPRA/s4032/PXL_20210327_005551498.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAt86oXXGWuJzlBYtFPy14C-D4dtlW74XCIHZHELFhtitMBnwceKGok213-wWMakodtB0grU-zwZJFhMT3prsh4kID0lP-CBJs7Qus6LgXLzj7O-ZSVwb1bBg66p29wmR5tfPRA/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_005551498.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love the Western feel of this picture, especially the grass by the fence post and the tenacious little sagebrush on the rock. The moon looks so small in pictures compared to reality. I wish Buster's ear shadow hadn't shrunken somehow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLLLBGc_yfqULOUl7CGoqusIHv0ug6sWYn10Z0UpGAOMbboQNXseAVcsmVYEZYX1TbF-Sy1nqE8zt-KKKfMGAPoyVe6rUWI7VkzH836Pkjs6r5ZiIv4V5Mk1gJEm_h5rtB0q3uA/s4032/PXL_20210327_012201180.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLLLBGc_yfqULOUl7CGoqusIHv0ug6sWYn10Z0UpGAOMbboQNXseAVcsmVYEZYX1TbF-Sy1nqE8zt-KKKfMGAPoyVe6rUWI7VkzH836Pkjs6r5ZiIv4V5Mk1gJEm_h5rtB0q3uA/w300-h400/PXL_20210327_012201180.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here you can see Escure Ranch under the rocks across the creek. I mainly like the light. And the ears.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqss0a3YJxT8pbbd6j4-x5wES068bUsF_hdqUENDh0hnviTioGHKsPBN4iqcpCPyZxTx7e39qsDlAzXkH61199xCdaaiOpxZUTeG2f5NAV-8zrWMPRCueH9TeCww2ea5YO3CfWg/s4032/PXL_20210327_015759041.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqss0a3YJxT8pbbd6j4-x5wES068bUsF_hdqUENDh0hnviTioGHKsPBN4iqcpCPyZxTx7e39qsDlAzXkH61199xCdaaiOpxZUTeG2f5NAV-8zrWMPRCueH9TeCww2ea5YO3CfWg/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_015759041.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The way the sun was shining through the windblown grass was pretty freaking amazing. I wish I could share it with you in a way that captured it a little better. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt9ZCnqepJo5CrgzDLbl5cn8mIBxZl4Tw1vILCwCs2BOkXM-k02bDSgviAfw3JO0Cj7o9-SIHsdAr2XhGlVnHH8UE2vzyzyUz2Sj-mJ0aSJ8grN8jilW-Zq5fBFli68jJVV1a9Q/s4032/PXL_20210327_014852817.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt9ZCnqepJo5CrgzDLbl5cn8mIBxZl4Tw1vILCwCs2BOkXM-k02bDSgviAfw3JO0Cj7o9-SIHsdAr2XhGlVnHH8UE2vzyzyUz2Sj-mJ0aSJ8grN8jilW-Zq5fBFli68jJVV1a9Q/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_014852817.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This photo could do a good job of it, once edited, but I'm too hungover from my fun weekend. (NO alcohol, all fun!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOZuKQ6nxkQ5WsKsixxfyFTsIkHu4ut8ONnw-Bhr7m8KAIH8HZlmGinK_RZDw3ekug_0XDkHx6jit8jLq7soHkPrMPpp4BHxA1tAKCMU7C3zi_rtAcfHanBDDMz-e1fYAOAQTcA/s4032/PXL_20210327_014857333.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOZuKQ6nxkQ5WsKsixxfyFTsIkHu4ut8ONnw-Bhr7m8KAIH8HZlmGinK_RZDw3ekug_0XDkHx6jit8jLq7soHkPrMPpp4BHxA1tAKCMU7C3zi_rtAcfHanBDDMz-e1fYAOAQTcA/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_014857333.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Buster the Endurance Donkey, pulling a difficult hill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf01RxFAsQ39vR978xvldrNq8IHNqOEjB0TDaoZphxsnYXmqA-8cnjQVzc-Qfhe5l95k4Irq92bvRx1zrR9aNhcJyuNAV2SSx_B3JDtkxFbr7ZhmcBNM1sRBCo1VSrSh6jS1QGhQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_011720205.MP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf01RxFAsQ39vR978xvldrNq8IHNqOEjB0TDaoZphxsnYXmqA-8cnjQVzc-Qfhe5l95k4Irq92bvRx1zrR9aNhcJyuNAV2SSx_B3JDtkxFbr7ZhmcBNM1sRBCo1VSrSh6jS1QGhQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_011720205.MP.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">End of the ride. Buster cannot be made to smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4JUHw4yctAC8-K2BSs7a0uCHfedpgIZC42kwUdJLMF5CHrRXpu-GechNpSdGod71pqUSLan2vzvlkJskPyQtjnzxEtA7QbRgKPDPxF5VK3sFi370gseXt1bG-HmPc7GX9n_eXg/s4032/PXL_20210327_020125944.MP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4JUHw4yctAC8-K2BSs7a0uCHfedpgIZC42kwUdJLMF5CHrRXpu-GechNpSdGod71pqUSLan2vzvlkJskPyQtjnzxEtA7QbRgKPDPxF5VK3sFi370gseXt1bG-HmPc7GX9n_eXg/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_020125944.MP.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This reminds me of a song lyric, "May you ride as long as the day is light."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_-DXZ5UWKfq7tyZ-RBXDuQRGTGYc49lGGkTr1BiQ43w_myql0Y6JZ8zmWxsAq-wiMQ-vwDonRzBTs2-udNLTKi6_w0cQheQjOmxn_Gwlxn0SEOlqRPQXAj1I-tvPWMC0xifApQ/s4032/PXL_20210327_015744952.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_-DXZ5UWKfq7tyZ-RBXDuQRGTGYc49lGGkTr1BiQ43w_myql0Y6JZ8zmWxsAq-wiMQ-vwDonRzBTs2-udNLTKi6_w0cQheQjOmxn_Gwlxn0SEOlqRPQXAj1I-tvPWMC0xifApQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_015744952.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alright, so every time we go out there we go down to the creek at night and listen to the water and look at the sky, take some pictures with the Night Sight setting on our phones (Google Pixel). I thought I might see what a full moon selfie looks like. And suddenly this ghoul appeared. There were several other outtakes, all quite hilarious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYfyCs2nRQFnKDXeDQFCc09m_DlvoH1Sft4RcOrJ6o_0-lbKA_jjV2FH6-7aofDebaQ3H1xyrePu5ZI-RMCm0KaGgDbO1hoHqYQZG719ZqX6SLe9OhzcT5JWDdeeMHLaxJCgQRg/s3264/PXL_20210327_054650360.NIGHT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYfyCs2nRQFnKDXeDQFCc09m_DlvoH1Sft4RcOrJ6o_0-lbKA_jjV2FH6-7aofDebaQ3H1xyrePu5ZI-RMCm0KaGgDbO1hoHqYQZG719ZqX6SLe9OhzcT5JWDdeeMHLaxJCgQRg/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_054650360.NIGHT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Slightly less hideous. But full moon selfies maybe are not the best.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKx4TxL_fvQP3nTLdSBj8xaXKjgXkclSrqhQUifgg_t81f-EgBiJlMn0-JGtQ9eA62JfLJNdx2KjV-fHgF0GzELUxt85l0NDiWiswOvUqltQnZAGXv_7xOuxkg36Ii_yCH0VBBA/s3264/PXL_20210327_054718774.NIGHT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKx4TxL_fvQP3nTLdSBj8xaXKjgXkclSrqhQUifgg_t81f-EgBiJlMn0-JGtQ9eA62JfLJNdx2KjV-fHgF0GzELUxt85l0NDiWiswOvUqltQnZAGXv_7xOuxkg36Ii_yCH0VBBA/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_054718774.NIGHT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I do like the water under the moon though, and that bluff in the background demands to be admired.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGRuSVQHN3-oyAKrAe8ySk51QHsL-wMaRSCKABUzT52gVxfu9lQMpGyXpb7Kh1FazR6mN_upiqNMJaHtewcwnUlcgUiV_l8hmRdQZ1AUBiCHqZVm_u_jF4E4-Cw9O5dHh_LbRww/s4032/PXL_20210327_054338468.NIGHT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGRuSVQHN3-oyAKrAe8ySk51QHsL-wMaRSCKABUzT52gVxfu9lQMpGyXpb7Kh1FazR6mN_upiqNMJaHtewcwnUlcgUiV_l8hmRdQZ1AUBiCHqZVm_u_jF4E4-Cw9O5dHh_LbRww/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_054338468.NIGHT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here we have a sample of some of the serious conversation that goes on around here. Written quite seriously on my new handmade paper. If I had the time to write down all the things... I could write a book. (Click to enlarge and you should be able to read it.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD8yNwyJbF1qK0gwvlavLEJFKLM2hrMuCdAl5eQP9SRax6jx984m5s2ZsSOU86PiRNgQcIyLk8IjBOwyKtC2KS8TchsT4Lvbn9QyXPHBg9uCnWp1XLmD1kkEsNlyShZi-YCSpbw/s4032/PXL_20210327_144604009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD8yNwyJbF1qK0gwvlavLEJFKLM2hrMuCdAl5eQP9SRax6jx984m5s2ZsSOU86PiRNgQcIyLk8IjBOwyKtC2KS8TchsT4Lvbn9QyXPHBg9uCnWp1XLmD1kkEsNlyShZi-YCSpbw/w400-h300/PXL_20210327_144604009.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The ticks are taking over the ranch, so I'll be looking for other places to ride. I'm going to start making my beasties' training and conditioning more of a priority. I have (hopefully) a couple people to ride with this week. I can ride Buster out alone but I wouldn't be safe doing that with Scout.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, I forgot to explain the name Big Pyro. I have a tendency to put too much wood on the fire. Not because I like a big fire, but because I like to add wood to the fire. I exploded some rocks. And I have had to be told to sit my ass down a few times. I just can't help myself. If there's wood and there's fire, and they're intended for each other... Well... I just gotta fulfil that destiny. And study where would be the best place for this stick, for that log? Yeah. I like fire.</div>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-49912337576152722892021-03-16T20:32:00.003-07:002021-03-16T20:33:42.436-07:00Big lonely day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the face of someone who got up early, went for a walk with a friend, changed the sheets and washed bedding, took pics of my buck skull, burned a bunch of stuff, got ready to go ride, ride got canceled, took a nap, cut down a bunch of trees and bucked logs, took another nap, went grocery shopping, then hiking, groomed, bonded with, and worked with her donkey, cut down a stubborn tree, cleaned up a bunch of dead wood, did some writing, and burned stuff. Oh, and made dinner. Yeah, my hair has seen better days. So has my back. It hurts so bad.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTjVkwEbaElpkwSBYl3E9uE_i4zQFRapwBWCbPnMzE5dU9Jq_uMJG8pPTPaZx6TpKW6TksO0RTZdkry69ABSeYsOngbIWppOn14kSjek8W4VPQTKO87D0rVXF5GziL6ct2ONrZQ/s2795/PXL_20210317_021049475.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2795" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTjVkwEbaElpkwSBYl3E9uE_i4zQFRapwBWCbPnMzE5dU9Jq_uMJG8pPTPaZx6TpKW6TksO0RTZdkry69ABSeYsOngbIWppOn14kSjek8W4VPQTKO87D0rVXF5GziL6ct2ONrZQ/w350-h400/PXL_20210317_021049475.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me Bucko</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipwqYz6bnE_nw-w_in7K0ByR-4sXuMvbO1q4ZG_zIuSq9maCYSBLSaAoFI72qOskh9nJOrTPDBmoETZUXuQupUIO3_XuaObherG3cr9R4C1-onowsKV-CRZkD4TcO7uO49Ex7Pw/s2871/PXL_20210316_130032125.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2871" data-original-width="2871" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipwqYz6bnE_nw-w_in7K0ByR-4sXuMvbO1q4ZG_zIuSq9maCYSBLSaAoFI72qOskh9nJOrTPDBmoETZUXuQupUIO3_XuaObherG3cr9R4C1-onowsKV-CRZkD4TcO7uO49Ex7Pw/w400-h400/PXL_20210316_130032125.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">A rotten, black heart</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpo1g7CKXT_VIh-PweDCoE5i_fcZbQ7ejvxDpaYLTA2ONPN539VfZwTAexvZNtQeG8opSQhmnBQXndCLI5szVs78MrazGcJCWW1sE7ZXWfXsUMp_3HC1gtkVP3yynwi4CkBJXNvw/s4032/PXL_20210316_192337068.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpo1g7CKXT_VIh-PweDCoE5i_fcZbQ7ejvxDpaYLTA2ONPN539VfZwTAexvZNtQeG8opSQhmnBQXndCLI5szVs78MrazGcJCWW1sE7ZXWfXsUMp_3HC1gtkVP3yynwi4CkBJXNvw/w400-h300/PXL_20210316_192337068.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>A snowy trail, and Orion. It was so hard to walk, I didn't have the right boots. We only made it out a quarter mile and turned back. Heart rate 127 after a leasurely stroll. Of course it's 113 when I'm just sitting here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1l6HJlhjPescYqWlhQJ9z8pENEgrLuZgML-CW2nocCvPEwk9k9WrIDUg_J-DCoyysMRTc0xhVXpGe39t8XsEbQAOgz7rV_-qvwgKNY3gY0A7jatjlk3qfrUTM6Z9OpOTmEr8bQ/s4032/PXL_20210316_234332720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1l6HJlhjPescYqWlhQJ9z8pENEgrLuZgML-CW2nocCvPEwk9k9WrIDUg_J-DCoyysMRTc0xhVXpGe39t8XsEbQAOgz7rV_-qvwgKNY3gY0A7jatjlk3qfrUTM6Z9OpOTmEr8bQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210316_234332720.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>The beautiful Potlatch River. Life is like a river. Loud, exciting, scary, dark, bright, slow, quiet, getting stuck in circles, rushing on, slowing down, laughing, falling, leaping. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IZ5qgxqRUUDcwwyDkZMFOYVmx0xSSy-AxYqNUudzHvKQ53LRdjDKsXtOgYsrJhHnvM65pY9yxOzaNEMYxFfN3Tc_rPnORLBJcwEN3HTUgbkwB7q1zIxXt7-yEJBwLdMYFTzEIg/s4032/PXL_20210316_234601528.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IZ5qgxqRUUDcwwyDkZMFOYVmx0xSSy-AxYqNUudzHvKQ53LRdjDKsXtOgYsrJhHnvM65pY9yxOzaNEMYxFfN3Tc_rPnORLBJcwEN3HTUgbkwB7q1zIxXt7-yEJBwLdMYFTzEIg/w400-h300/PXL_20210316_234601528.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>It was so beautiful and sunny, which is what drove me away from the house, but this trail was dark this time of day. More a summer trail, I think.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSPpcmKz6GRPIQQwIXCwPaQKNmYvMeLBhumZCHb8-JbsGcPp-GzwKdsvtwGsp0yt34fAMx3Ejm9gdfh3ocLSlBH8xQurWcR1laU6ylpl6xCoBMPuG59KTDH_pa7Fo-EUunzTZHQ/s4032/PXL_20210316_235719762.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSPpcmKz6GRPIQQwIXCwPaQKNmYvMeLBhumZCHb8-JbsGcPp-GzwKdsvtwGsp0yt34fAMx3Ejm9gdfh3ocLSlBH8xQurWcR1laU6ylpl6xCoBMPuG59KTDH_pa7Fo-EUunzTZHQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210316_235719762.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>The end of the day. I've been enjoying my evening fires, and there is a neverending supply of dead trees and branches out back, it seems like.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfTh8S3dKt584XZor6ahXYMnH58mSeaeNV0KvKF-iLDtv0JE8KgUaR8z5wlcl-iGxvTx4gp6VVNwKA6t9kxBooXAu2OInn5SKe6bhZrhMGPGJAmJAl1hMkrSpEPkAcWNw9CSHCA/s3636/PXL_20210317_021009433.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3636" data-original-width="2727" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfTh8S3dKt584XZor6ahXYMnH58mSeaeNV0KvKF-iLDtv0JE8KgUaR8z5wlcl-iGxvTx4gp6VVNwKA6t9kxBooXAu2OInn5SKe6bhZrhMGPGJAmJAl1hMkrSpEPkAcWNw9CSHCA/w300-h400/PXL_20210317_021009433.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Burning the dead, ridding myself of the unwanted, in the dark. Waiting for Spring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">God, I've been so lonely lately. I don't like being by myself. That's really not normal for me. (Heck, I've even been visiting with complete strangers in stores and out camping and hiking.) I don't really want to talk on the phone as much as I want to SEE PEOPLE. I really need to reconnect with my friends. Some have been avoiding going out because of Covid, but I think at least 3 of them should be fully vaccinated very soon. I'm gonna start making more of an effort to cultivate my friend garden. Like that? :) I don't know if I made it up or I heard it somewhere else. I made a couple calls to my local family today, looking for a hiking buddy, but of course they work. One was getting a load of hay ready on the semi to take across the state and the other had a long 10 hour day on her feet. No hikey. I also would really like to go back to work, get out of my house and out of my head a bit, but I really don't think I can with all my health issues.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahhh, life. It's probably a mix of this stupid pandemic and spring fever. Once I can get out on the trails and deeper into the woods, I'll probably disappear. Although even that sounds kinda lonely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-91590947909830794882021-03-15T20:07:00.003-07:002021-03-15T20:07:36.693-07:00My Heart On Fire<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKDyZORxvqnJL4swO0S3NOl1tMX5W9DEUJsAjDREfW8yutTPHAMpYNrqd3C_JRuompWsykFcWIjPvu_9EoFu9MIuIOuWFfQIyDpi5ZU0jj2o3kYyt9lbpwJPpQ6s6FKewyiVTFA/s3665/PXL_20210315_144956276%257E3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3665" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKDyZORxvqnJL4swO0S3NOl1tMX5W9DEUJsAjDREfW8yutTPHAMpYNrqd3C_JRuompWsykFcWIjPvu_9EoFu9MIuIOuWFfQIyDpi5ZU0jj2o3kYyt9lbpwJPpQ6s6FKewyiVTFA/w330-h400/PXL_20210315_144956276%257E3.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Burning Bad Poetry in the Rain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I write a lot sometimes, when my emotions are working, which they haven't been for many years. Even before my concussion in 2016, which is when they put me on the antidepressant (because serotonin helps the brain heal) I had quit feeling much. Maybe after Tonka died. Maybe when I settled down and sat still with the kids for too long. I don't know. I quit my antidepressant and the words are flowing again. But sometimes the words suck! I composed a pretty good poem while riding, but then I got off my donkey and drank a whole bottle of champagne, and it didn't look so good the next day. Flames are good. Cleansing. Erasing evidence of mental crap. (I'm not a drinker, that was a special occasion. Alcohol gives me headaches.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I finally went to the doctor yesterday, a kind of rural urgent care that I thought gave better care than it does. They had advised me to go to their "Ready Care" since there were no appointments available all week. Turns out Ready Care can't do anything much. My resting heart rate has been over 100, more like 115 and up, for a couple months, with short spurts of what is probably a-fib. I have an appointment in April so I was waiting it out but it's getting pretty bad. I spin and reel sometimes, and almost passed out twice Friday morning. My quick EKG yesterday was ok but the doctor, if she was a doctor, was super concerned. I go back in on Thursday, if I don't end up in the ER before then, and they'll probably run some bloodwork and put me on a 2 day monitor. I'm sure it'll catch the a-fib. There's a risk of throwing a clot and having a stroke. I wouldn't mind dying too much, although I'd rather not, but I don't want to be mentally or physically limited any more than I already am. I texted my ex-boss about it because my doctor's appointment interferes with our plans later this week, and she said, "What? That can't be right, your <i>heart</i>? You already have enough other health stuff going on!" I know, right? But she's had this exact same thing and it was no big deal once they got her on beta blockers. Apparently it's pretty common. Her daughter is an ER nurse and sees it a lot. So it was good to talk to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I have not mentioned my biggest news of the decade! My niece is pregnant! I'm gonna be a grandma! I'm so excited! Ariel was my first baby. My sister and I lived next door to each other when she was a baby, and I loved to spend as much time as I could with her. She was always so much fun. Nine months after she was born, I had MY daughter, Katia. Perfect timing. Wonderful life. But now, with my sister gone, I feel like Ariel's baby will by my grandbaby. Especially since my kids may not have kids. Ariel lives 2 hours away now but I can go stay up there on their farm for a bit, and drive up there whenever I want. She's due in early September. I inadvertently bought the baby its first toy. Her husband's mom thinks she did, but I bought mine before baby was conceived. We</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">let her keep thinking she bought the first one. Heck, I bought her kids a handmade rocking horse a couple years ago. :) She's always planned on having a bunch of kids, and fostering more once her kids are grown enough. Their big farmhouse can handle it once they get it all renovated. Farms are good for troubled kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Both of "my girls" came over for the day Saturday. My nieces. We went for a hike, John and I and the girls, and 3 dogs. I left the road for a bit to follow a game trail, parallel to them, just far away that I couldn't make out their words but I could hear their easy laughter, all talking comfortably and giggling about something. It was so peaceful, being in the company of family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMEM3QLE61CglyZuV82pmteTX4s6ZT89608Q55gGqrveA0DuE2IUoh9LnNrzsFHEbsn8ExQlDhu8JQ_G5PrDzQod0C8A1LcfmZlIXLxBjLCDwW4jv9knX3cvO4eeRLI4bg1azOA/s4032/PXL_20210313_224446780.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMEM3QLE61CglyZuV82pmteTX4s6ZT89608Q55gGqrveA0DuE2IUoh9LnNrzsFHEbsn8ExQlDhu8JQ_G5PrDzQod0C8A1LcfmZlIXLxBjLCDwW4jv9knX3cvO4eeRLI4bg1azOA/w300-h400/PXL_20210313_224446780.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My day has gone on since I wrote that last, and a farrier visit has gone by. We talked and had a bit of show and tell, and now I want a rifle like his. Turns out they're hard to find, and expensive. One day, maybe. With his scabbard, it fits comfortably either behind or in front of his leg, and he says he's accurate at 100 yards without a special sight or scope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-EM6q3I22a42VBDvDcWDanx0ybHzfszeZ1uTiShSi3ygisPUinKwGPOHzFVL2KNrjcTtxj8shfNQJThNwkBpryw6jiNOW0-aawOQydZm3pSH25qkE7BX_7HLfIHfnJwuaFQm3w/s4032/PXL_20210315_182046011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-EM6q3I22a42VBDvDcWDanx0ybHzfszeZ1uTiShSi3ygisPUinKwGPOHzFVL2KNrjcTtxj8shfNQJThNwkBpryw6jiNOW0-aawOQydZm3pSH25qkE7BX_7HLfIHfnJwuaFQm3w/w400-h300/PXL_20210315_182046011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I showed him the skull of my buck, all cleaned up and white, with its funny antlers, and he liked to think he was an old buck, still going strong and fighting off the younger bucks, with part of his funky antlers broken off. I'll have to get a picture of it to post one day. He's a hunter too, and well, anyway, we share a lot of interests. Turns out we're both planning on making tapaderos soon, and shopping for leather. His brother-in-law makes saddles (I'll have to get a pic of his saddle one day. It's gorgeous - a using saddle) and suggested the best quality leather is from some place in the midwest. I'll have to get the info. He liked my new holster and said he could make a couple silver conchos for me, with my initials. His silversmith work is phenomenal. I may have to take him up on it, even if the price of silver is high now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I loaded Buster in the trailer tonight, and he was difficult again. I think it's not fear, maybe he's trying to tell me I'm a crappy driver or he hasn't liked where he went the last couple times. Or maybe the trailer floor was slick again? I cleaned really well and put down new shavings today. He will get in for food, which tells me whatever the problem is, it's not that bad. We'll work through it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got interrupted a couple times and my computer decided to be a turd and insist on an update, so now it's late and I need to be done, for now. Going riding with a new person I haven't met tomorrow! I can't wait!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-78488677731417503432021-03-13T08:08:00.002-08:002021-03-13T08:08:49.342-08:00Dentistry Marathon Day<p>Holy cow, I was at the vet for four hours! Partially because they're slow but also because Scout wouldn't drop for his sheath cleaning, which added some time, and then Buster wouldn't load into the dentistry trailer. I guess he remembered having his four wolf teeth pulled last time he was in there. And again, when it was time to go home, he didn't want to load up. We got through it. I also thought I might want her to flush Buster's nasolacrimal ducts, but she just couldn't do it. She hasn't done it on a donkey or mule before. Donkeys have the little opening at the bottom in a different spot, and apparently his nostrils are really small, so she couldn't get the flush in there. She said she'd do some research. I said yeah, let's just call it interesting and leave it for a different day. I don't think he really needed it done anyway, he just has slightly boogery eyes, not runny eyes.</p><p>I like working with Shari, she cracks me up. I kept throwing out all these weird little facts about donkeys, just because I find them interesting, and there she is later squatting down with her hands up his nose, saying, "Yeah, apparently Andrea's right, and donkeys aren't horses."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ1jzOhHhpXcrt-tDplywmZ8vXco5Upbk524nWHYyNPB4zeJWWvwrmg_48h7pVtoivRUM2JXSmnty8vd6RtHL7JFGhaGZBKfiY7-IcImJituYNii6yn0wLfgkNeRSxRsmAes1Gw/s2119/original_94dff28e-d3e5-4cd1-a11c-e195ec50c7fa_PXL_20210311_181015077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1872" data-original-width="2119" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ1jzOhHhpXcrt-tDplywmZ8vXco5Upbk524nWHYyNPB4zeJWWvwrmg_48h7pVtoivRUM2JXSmnty8vd6RtHL7JFGhaGZBKfiY7-IcImJituYNii6yn0wLfgkNeRSxRsmAes1Gw/w400-h354/original_94dff28e-d3e5-4cd1-a11c-e195ec50c7fa_PXL_20210311_181015077.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a good example of the difference between a canine tooth (red) and a wolf tooth (blue). Some people sometimes think they want the canine tooth extracted. See that root? Not gonna extract that unless it's totally necessary, and it's gonna be really difficult. Usually only the males have canines, as fighting teeth, but some mares have them. My first little mustang mare had them. The wolf teeth, if they're there, are another matter. They can be on the top or bottom, and are in front of the molars. They can be bigger or smaller, well rooted or loose, and can lay sideways or all kinds of weird ways. A lot of people leave them, a lot of people have them taken out. I have them extracted in case they're even the littlest bit loose and might cause discomfort with the bit. If they're small and loose it's easy, but I've had some that were really hard to get out. Buster had at least one that was laying parallel to the jaw, under the gums.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUM5BZQSq0P8qQOpb6xENJ5zV4EskRy50D9UcfbnJcRgMX_bHxERT2nQ9k9mJ_r7_2j60VTbmgbLSn8BjLKi70scr6ogd-zwkDv0W_DcGtZTqTbj1azXnrenD9n8U_fy95V98oPA/s717/PXL_20210311_181015077%257E3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="717" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUM5BZQSq0P8qQOpb6xENJ5zV4EskRy50D9UcfbnJcRgMX_bHxERT2nQ9k9mJ_r7_2j60VTbmgbLSn8BjLKi70scr6ogd-zwkDv0W_DcGtZTqTbj1azXnrenD9n8U_fy95V98oPA/w400-h290/PXL_20210311_181015077%257E3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scout was surprisingly good all day. Photos, exam, and blood draw for his health certificate, and then his dental and his super grody sheath cleaning. It had been two years since his teeth were done, and at 13 years old they're not erupting as fast as they used to be. They needed done but weren't razor sharp and had no problems. I think I'll wait 2 years on him again. Hey, his birthday is coming up! Shoot, he'll be a teen now. I'm not sure I like that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3QpRmaaihiLbQXA4LMJmdNMwb78x5G5h577-6NGK4iXtVZ43nuQuRvqq3XlxTXM0Axxo4vmZc1f-5UEmuPdpmpJSZSuclRk6o8gcFQ4aKeN4IyoVsSsHEPh-qz9i4fw_Td6AMA/s4032/PXL_20210311_185945697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3QpRmaaihiLbQXA4LMJmdNMwb78x5G5h577-6NGK4iXtVZ43nuQuRvqq3XlxTXM0Axxo4vmZc1f-5UEmuPdpmpJSZSuclRk6o8gcFQ4aKeN4IyoVsSsHEPh-qz9i4fw_Td6AMA/w400-h300/PXL_20210311_185945697.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Buster, well, I was disappointed in his feet glued to the ground, but he was really good other than that. He had also been 2 years since his last dental and he shouldn't have waited so long. He's the same age but maybe he chews harder, or maybe since he hadn't had consistent dental care before, his teeth fell back into a bad pattern. A hook on top in the front of his molars, which wore down the bottom front molar, and sharper points. That hook will keep his jaw from moving freely front to back, as it should when he moves his chin to his chest or vice versa.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPXN1DtCjeVzK27je-L99fmV3TTwOYbrxw8c-hc1G3XS5X9Fa0ayJa9mGjVbiRiHZr6UYScZKoKl2V5_VPcq9R52yS-IiMjb8SdRWL_OscAUELk6gQHOHsMXHMZufEh0PJayG2A/s4032/PXL_20210311_202919553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPXN1DtCjeVzK27je-L99fmV3TTwOYbrxw8c-hc1G3XS5X9Fa0ayJa9mGjVbiRiHZr6UYScZKoKl2V5_VPcq9R52yS-IiMjb8SdRWL_OscAUELk6gQHOHsMXHMZufEh0PJayG2A/w400-h300/PXL_20210311_202919553.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When it came time to load up to go home, I had to tie his rope in the trailer and leave him standing at the back, outside the trailer, and take a break. I was stumped. I figured he'd get in eventually, but when? I went in to the LQ and found an orange. He loves oranges. Also, an ag plane started spraying the field behind him, flying low and loud. That might have helped. I gave him a bite of orange, climbed in the trailer and squatted down as far away from him as I could get. (He has 2 stalls to himself, so lots of room). He thought about it for a couple minutes and walked in. We shared the rest of the orange and talked about it. I don't know what got into him but I hope he forgets about it next time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In about 10 days when the Coggins results get back we'll be legal to travel to several western states. But I won't be going far for a couple months. I need to take it easy for a while. If I can figure out how to do that!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-70428925379567447062021-03-11T06:36:00.003-08:002021-03-11T06:36:53.311-08:00A Nice Day<p>Buster and I went for a ride at a friend's place yesterday, then went out to the farm where he was working to help try to figure out some plugged drain tile below some culverts. Sundance doesn't like to ride anymore so I was going to ride the butte behind his house and then we were going to drive out together and work, but he decided to get to work early, so I drove out and Buster stood tied while we worked. It was good for him. He was very patient and even stood calmly and visited with another friend while a road grader went by about two feet away. Huckleberry got to come too, but he didn't go along for the ride, he just hung out at the house and chewed on bones, then slept in the truck. He wasn't feeling very well.</p><p>When we first headed out, Buster was nervous and really wanted to keep an eye on everything. He'd seen PIGS at the house and that kinda broke his brain for a while.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjFoLPvDqzghcnvJxDswOFrF3TgszAcOE1SNsqHtASdV71BPE2W1HvTRrxokbEiwmgwIrepzWjfEQhqb702lqDvZR7OtamGY22QZvphbCpfRypdGP-Gilak8gvYvz57ipLORlXQ/s4032/PXL_20210310_165256604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjFoLPvDqzghcnvJxDswOFrF3TgszAcOE1SNsqHtASdV71BPE2W1HvTRrxokbEiwmgwIrepzWjfEQhqb702lqDvZR7OtamGY22QZvphbCpfRypdGP-Gilak8gvYvz57ipLORlXQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210310_165256604.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The water overflow intake at the pond made noise and made him nervous, so we walked across this part.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkms_UfEZTihAS_BUtyoFszUBQZ3ZcCtkJ1n1CRBoA6OLRtKOCEaCvR25MSGfye4qWrphhz4ppcNgJCJL2yBR0oX_0mm3Zr6cZA4dcUPekSmZDQZ7x3FuqetUEl9O9lwPZMkfzPw/s4032/PXL_20210310_171206365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkms_UfEZTihAS_BUtyoFszUBQZ3ZcCtkJ1n1CRBoA6OLRtKOCEaCvR25MSGfye4qWrphhz4ppcNgJCJL2yBR0oX_0mm3Zr6cZA4dcUPekSmZDQZ7x3FuqetUEl9O9lwPZMkfzPw/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_171206365.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>See him all bunched up and ready for action? We rode across on the way back and it went well, but of course a plane flew low over us right at that moment, making it a little more of a challenge for him mentally. He was a champ.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tt7TdY7zyZupf2vyJjDe0p7XTg7dFvbIPE83qdMS1qufiKDJcRlAogWv2BQITxAKv3sh4bjk-i4j67PWc_dPz_FcO2XByawGmYFa6BuNDQN3G25unEGUxEP5OWmxVsR-fPh89g/s4032/PXL_20210310_171208767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tt7TdY7zyZupf2vyJjDe0p7XTg7dFvbIPE83qdMS1qufiKDJcRlAogWv2BQITxAKv3sh4bjk-i4j67PWc_dPz_FcO2XByawGmYFa6BuNDQN3G25unEGUxEP5OWmxVsR-fPh89g/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_171208767.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Buster really loves to take in the view, especially big views like this one, so we spent a lot of time stopping and staring. I let him choose the route for the most part, to keep him interested, but I couldn't let him go into the farm field he really wanted to walk in. I think he thought it looked easier. It sure wouldn't have been. So much mud!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0LpWbISnFh_w4sj1hymSqWPdChP9j3N-BdkqgTl7FdjTEaxM7eTu7SUWcmZZd2fDf-YNwMKhy8qxtjXICI1-t7NyFr2tLmHoCKGE30h7BaYK_o7mkRj0LkVIaILfBqzyKdpS-Q/s3053/PXL_20210310_172206494%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2290" data-original-width="3053" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0LpWbISnFh_w4sj1hymSqWPdChP9j3N-BdkqgTl7FdjTEaxM7eTu7SUWcmZZd2fDf-YNwMKhy8qxtjXICI1-t7NyFr2tLmHoCKGE30h7BaYK_o7mkRj0LkVIaILfBqzyKdpS-Q/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_172206494%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We found an old car. I don't think it's going to start right up on the first try.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7OLEtqhzx-FTS-qp1y2ebIj3IkXWFu-2kYtYs50UWmaIOtSebthfZO8qjCiQQwsLht2Aezr3i6y2FnoEUqg2oooZAW_97rr3g7WyyegO2EVoAyzTzpJPXcjZ5dlDwiR4LNXgqw/s4032/PXL_20210310_174250371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7OLEtqhzx-FTS-qp1y2ebIj3IkXWFu-2kYtYs50UWmaIOtSebthfZO8qjCiQQwsLht2Aezr3i6y2FnoEUqg2oooZAW_97rr3g7WyyegO2EVoAyzTzpJPXcjZ5dlDwiR4LNXgqw/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_174250371.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really enjoy going riding by myself. Now that I have an animal I don't have to be afraid is going to kill me. It's peaceful. I can talk to Buster all I want, which isn't a ton but still, I don't have to explain myself. :) And he and I can stop and take our time with no pressure and go wherever we want, whether it makes sense or not. He's pretty good at finding the right path, but sometimes, if it's not too dangerous, I let him choose a hard path if he insists, just to let him experience it. I couldn't let him choose a path where he'd have to jump a creek and then climb a steep bank with deep snow yesterday, but I let him take that route on the way back, kind of sidewise rather than straight down, and he had to really work through that deep snow. He did it no problem, but it was work. Then he chose to take my way by the creek, up around the difficult part, which meant going through a wider wet part instead of through the brushier, narrower, steeper part he'd wanted to go through earlier, but it was at least level. Smart boy learned that my way really was actually easier.</div><div><br /></div>Later I sat on the backhoe and tried to help spot the pipe as Sundance dug. I'm not that great at using the backhoe yet, myself. I did spot both ends of the pipe first though! So I was some help. We got through the plugged section and got it draining again and then the backhoe got stuck in the mud. I tried to take a pic of buster standing at the trailer but he's so teeny he's hard to see.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiM8m8WdKHmwWyPnggJnJ-UUT60Ro3sjcjMaPH8yiRMI75NTiwZq-EkSgkxtKwMmk2SdCNCWqDC1idpgiw9kHxzNsE-NRiO9tQ4b6b2tiihBTl6ankUEcrGVcoSjuwVPuw_AcMbA/s4032/PXL_20210310_193520956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiM8m8WdKHmwWyPnggJnJ-UUT60Ro3sjcjMaPH8yiRMI75NTiwZq-EkSgkxtKwMmk2SdCNCWqDC1idpgiw9kHxzNsE-NRiO9tQ4b6b2tiihBTl6ankUEcrGVcoSjuwVPuw_AcMbA/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_193520956.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I wasn't too sad that I got to sit in the comfy chair while he climbed in the cold water. I don't have hip waders. I imagine I would have slipped and gone for a swim, anyway.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FcxfEOyMs8buXRL1b7X48FVwM6WC1YPrjztTQYEhUUnaX3avybpYp71iaQUGbUdtYAyp411jK6pdXrlwDkl51yIaahnUfyNs3jTgoRaOrpVtgJ3sB5QG8kN3CMqSOOflsNC06w/s4032/PXL_20210310_193535012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FcxfEOyMs8buXRL1b7X48FVwM6WC1YPrjztTQYEhUUnaX3avybpYp71iaQUGbUdtYAyp411jK6pdXrlwDkl51yIaahnUfyNs3jTgoRaOrpVtgJ3sB5QG8kN3CMqSOOflsNC06w/w300-h400/PXL_20210310_193535012.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We moved on to the next one and did some digging by hand, then when he went home for more tools I went home with Buster to spend some time with John. Actually, I took a good nap since I'd been up since 3am. Then we spent some quality time. Oh! John and I went for a late hike the day before and I think I got a nice sunset picture. Let me find it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_FTrxtqSzEwlcdgf0kvP16z9MH9kHQcN0jIiEbMHa_v6bjTDrTOyuMYoFwByCjGD2xxpzylv78m1cLhDbZ9oLr_ewXACs2gDgoahvddISmrM21EEguTaG7-U9bxP8SuD6K4WuQ/s4032/PXL_20210310_014652026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_FTrxtqSzEwlcdgf0kvP16z9MH9kHQcN0jIiEbMHa_v6bjTDrTOyuMYoFwByCjGD2xxpzylv78m1cLhDbZ9oLr_ewXACs2gDgoahvddISmrM21EEguTaG7-U9bxP8SuD6K4WuQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_014652026.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Actually I got a couple pictures. We saw some deer and poor Winston, who was on a leash, really wanted to go after them. We didn't find any shed antlers, but that's no surprise. I never have much luck with that.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMW6ArMA9V2k0ulxLZfE-7YVpNfcc0CNMovx2v4GZ8Xq_SaiHed6yHW9Lx-Gzwtou3oZ1bSXpQfp2orQJrnZ-E-uMRg97jHJaJ5IXZK51tYSv0049kvJcVwCldSUt7_G30yhEBQ/s4032/PXL_20210310_020300593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMW6ArMA9V2k0ulxLZfE-7YVpNfcc0CNMovx2v4GZ8Xq_SaiHed6yHW9Lx-Gzwtou3oZ1bSXpQfp2orQJrnZ-E-uMRg97jHJaJ5IXZK51tYSv0049kvJcVwCldSUt7_G30yhEBQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210310_020300593.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Last night we were watching a movie and Orion stole my comfy spot on the couch. He was so cute I couldn't help taking his picture. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweIwih4bk69-AmhIqqlKJqU7cdLF3oXWCgz3l_0VxR4JQ2qtCGQeTBAb9vf3ZWMCXuvPwNfvwOBIufQBDRTO6Q3vgH6Ruwa-Nl6_IlDQM9X6K6n_6icEUzgDOltOUMzeH5dWzSw/s4032/PXL_20210311_035611518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweIwih4bk69-AmhIqqlKJqU7cdLF3oXWCgz3l_0VxR4JQ2qtCGQeTBAb9vf3ZWMCXuvPwNfvwOBIufQBDRTO6Q3vgH6Ruwa-Nl6_IlDQM9X6K6n_6icEUzgDOltOUMzeH5dWzSw/w300-h400/PXL_20210311_035611518.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Today I'm hoping to see a friend who's in town that I haven't seen for a few years, and of course the boys have their dentals. I may have to hope I can see my friend tomorrrow. We'll see. <div><br /></div><div>Ugh, I hate the waiting time at this vet. It's always something. This time I have camp chairs in the back of the truck! I might just drag one out!<br /><p><br /></p></div>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-46785530233592298382021-03-10T04:34:00.000-08:002021-03-10T04:34:03.795-08:00A Wonderful Weekend<p> John and I took "the horses" camping for a three day weekend. I haven't come up with a better way to say the donkey and the horse, so I just say "the horses" because it works for me. It's just easier. Buster doesn't seem to mind. :) It's still too snowy here to go to the mountains so we went west about an hour and a half into the desert of Washington. It's a somewhat popular spot, so we didn't take any dogs.</p><p>Huckleberry stayed with my friend, which was super weird. If he's ever been babysat before it's been at home, and rarely, so I was apprehensive, especially with him not feeling 100%. He has to go out usually at least twice a night, sometimes he needs meds for pain, his feed regimen is a pain, and he gets anxiety. It turns out he had a blast! My friend loves him and he loves my friend, so there were no worries there. He got to steal eggs from the barn, basically had the run of the place and did whatever he wanted, slept on the couch just like he does at home, and even got to help kill a bad coyote, then dragged its guts all over the place. I bet he enjoyed that after the last few times he lost a fight with a coyote. I do love coyotes, but this one was way too close to the flock at the barn.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Here's just a random rare pic of all three boys on the couch together. Huck doesn't usually allow that kind of proximity. But he's getting lazier in his old age, and puts up with the pup sometimes.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3Ji6x898SCPt-f2RF_v6oLCgB9djnIhhyNSgxAp6-ItTzAWqhcE49uDRBNVPXhyiNBACJc8buIL4iBf7FTZarRYrwwfCAZAGKHeqVuMPj9Zxo4Ker4upg6FNVpoxnhJltQ3_Fw/s4032/PXL_20210309_054530508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3Ji6x898SCPt-f2RF_v6oLCgB9djnIhhyNSgxAp6-ItTzAWqhcE49uDRBNVPXhyiNBACJc8buIL4iBf7FTZarRYrwwfCAZAGKHeqVuMPj9Zxo4Ker4upg6FNVpoxnhJltQ3_Fw/w400-h300/PXL_20210309_054530508.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you see us in the picture below? Buster and I are well camouflaged.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDITKeP3ggxzmlH0auxX7QxoFbgHJfszo3r7etznkSqYtLwophxbmWN-q9hAko_Op_37jRgz8QsGgV8DsE9Zy2dRVBPKxzr4dZQErGP98MG69OWRHe0HMNxnf5ln3kAWK1IEQGQ/s4032/PXL_20210307_185520156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDITKeP3ggxzmlH0auxX7QxoFbgHJfszo3r7etznkSqYtLwophxbmWN-q9hAko_Op_37jRgz8QsGgV8DsE9Zy2dRVBPKxzr4dZQErGP98MG69OWRHe0HMNxnf5ln3kAWK1IEQGQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_185520156.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This looked like a great fishing spot with the rocks right at the water, and a nice eddy. Looked like some birds had been fishing there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5mjFn6hPBnIb-44RIjmkVyoeu62SrhhcZAqdO4_EmgTaR6uK6bDgu3rm32gBqWF6rfu9N-Gp6c4SgiF9vfM1RVLPkhj2VChWTet1Oa7OmgGIeBzF5LgfYbcU5clkYVVWaVKiHw/s4032/PXL_20210307_184805214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5mjFn6hPBnIb-44RIjmkVyoeu62SrhhcZAqdO4_EmgTaR6uK6bDgu3rm32gBqWF6rfu9N-Gp6c4SgiF9vfM1RVLPkhj2VChWTet1Oa7OmgGIeBzF5LgfYbcU5clkYVVWaVKiHw/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_184805214.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You just might be seeing a few pictures of Buster in this post. I think he's pretty darn cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTOVAgthp3N8cSMlpH4ieaYX6OVewlhVMxnTKpadmOMUg4QfNlUvWWEj6hFddiiYP68rQv-KFNmFG997shlzX_XUPDZrceZa-sxWZlHWayQsfOP8SlrbmPJR-Ed7rH7QpGp3GaQ/s4032/PXL_20210307_184041487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTOVAgthp3N8cSMlpH4ieaYX6OVewlhVMxnTKpadmOMUg4QfNlUvWWEj6hFddiiYP68rQv-KFNmFG997shlzX_XUPDZrceZa-sxWZlHWayQsfOP8SlrbmPJR-Ed7rH7QpGp3GaQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210307_184041487.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously. Cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCNjoykA_nrfA21T9EziIzCw7KzmLSrVtJv-o6fFM-uKOKyDpqDX-pssMJSDjLJdok0TIYHe3E6BZp4Np5lg3SwIOPLOv6QeYssDKPvfF-t64uRJWS1opr9fYlvxjCdvWPZhG8A/s4032/PXL_20210307_183810174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCNjoykA_nrfA21T9EziIzCw7KzmLSrVtJv-o6fFM-uKOKyDpqDX-pssMJSDjLJdok0TIYHe3E6BZp4Np5lg3SwIOPLOv6QeYssDKPvfF-t64uRJWS1opr9fYlvxjCdvWPZhG8A/w300-h400/PXL_20210307_183810174.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">He's such an incredibly good boy and he puts up with my shenanigans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fSjkwSKxZa2ZkSrNcvv0M2S0-fJePGcYOOJmXRH9o809ux0NEu72xzJUzfT3Wr074VX76diI3fJbXkV5HBj0W-Bql5N4A22D4HlKTUd0_ZUXLvm46xuYq-8dfc6Kc9sj0edwCg/s4032/PXL_20210307_183759200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fSjkwSKxZa2ZkSrNcvv0M2S0-fJePGcYOOJmXRH9o809ux0NEu72xzJUzfT3Wr074VX76diI3fJbXkV5HBj0W-Bql5N4A22D4HlKTUd0_ZUXLvm46xuYq-8dfc6Kc9sj0edwCg/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_183759200.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>You have to look close, this isn't just blackness. (Click to enlarge) Far left is Sirius, then Orion with his bow, hunting Taurus, and far right, just a tiny cluster, is The Seven Sisters, also called Subaru or Pleiades. I don't know many constellations but these are my good friends.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2rYLgEJQsOY6Gs_5wSA9cGxvLeDi2caioDtsdUWNLC9e3Wahyf4g7qWWqiwtgkzsnJnrfwPlItqyD_Lqp_E4U6PuaqnqJQfaJ8_oi97ZXlZjeQjFYT-m4m4RPg2NziOZmYQ1PA/s4032/PXL_20210307_040005519.NIGHT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2rYLgEJQsOY6Gs_5wSA9cGxvLeDi2caioDtsdUWNLC9e3Wahyf4g7qWWqiwtgkzsnJnrfwPlItqyD_Lqp_E4U6PuaqnqJQfaJ8_oi97ZXlZjeQjFYT-m4m4RPg2NziOZmYQ1PA/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_040005519.NIGHT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>End of the day. It was cold-ish and breezy, but we parked the trailer to block the wind and huddled close to a good fire. I have a couple of wool blankets and I know how to stay warm WITHOUT resorting to staying inside. There was another couple camping near us, super nice, but they stayed in their camper so much of the time! What? John pointed out that we live where we're already pretty much camping, and if they live in town, being able to step outside into the great outdoors is probably good enough for them. I want to be OUT IN IT all the time. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi829JUUHfppAsjxOVDieop62Z1tO038HKXO9Y05eQ5BKA-1EstscuvsZvHycDUe7-Npz2sQoTxxT-OTYsNVZniBsENuRJSr_lq_BiRlGMoN1X3TTzzCALJgUJwzO90Ye7udKroYg/s4032/PXL_20210307_035321072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi829JUUHfppAsjxOVDieop62Z1tO038HKXO9Y05eQ5BKA-1EstscuvsZvHycDUe7-Npz2sQoTxxT-OTYsNVZniBsENuRJSr_lq_BiRlGMoN1X3TTzzCALJgUJwzO90Ye7udKroYg/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_035321072.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>I laid down next to this handsome dude and wrote for a while and tried to take a nap. It was lovely and relaxing. For once I couldn't nap, I think because there were other people around. Buster and Scout had some little kids come visit. Buster didn't mind but Scout got pissy. They were kind of high-energy. I love how much kids get excited over animals. But some animals just don't like it, and that's ok.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTt8mtO_yQkT6al609I-ihA0dfJjI3rOgGu_eWZg3CVEwvqLBpO5Z3BBDrZdSwSgskBtPLyTl6EM7DrWKWJyTdz8BKG6WZD6ehr0os8WKYjmv2kVeTWiguigT5Wy6LOKbnq9PuVg/s4032/PXL_20210307_005046244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTt8mtO_yQkT6al609I-ihA0dfJjI3rOgGu_eWZg3CVEwvqLBpO5Z3BBDrZdSwSgskBtPLyTl6EM7DrWKWJyTdz8BKG6WZD6ehr0os8WKYjmv2kVeTWiguigT5Wy6LOKbnq9PuVg/w400-h300/PXL_20210307_005046244.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>I finally finished the blanket stitch along the cut edge of this wool blanket I found in a thrift store. So relaxing to sit by the fire and keep my hands busy. And of course admire my handsome ass.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvubMh7YjP-pzvk8OQI7wdYzo0AyalWG6MKWgkPcZ0RiMCJxTqa-KlCbYGE64uzphyi2huTbNf6BR2fDFzNAO1dMep2M5Zj778UM4JpvMrNGPAF5Qs2_C3qML6B9ZWOlSN4aFbw/s4032/PXL_20210306_234719477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvubMh7YjP-pzvk8OQI7wdYzo0AyalWG6MKWgkPcZ0RiMCJxTqa-KlCbYGE64uzphyi2huTbNf6BR2fDFzNAO1dMep2M5Zj778UM4JpvMrNGPAF5Qs2_C3qML6B9ZWOlSN4aFbw/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_234719477.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>A lot of cool things happened out by this huge blade of rock out there that reminded me of Shiprock. There's a picture farther below. It dominates the landscape for quite a while as you approach. Anyway, I saw my first wildflowers of the year! Just lowly buttercups but a very welcome sight! And speaking of that, there are tons more songbirds out too!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dmMfC7jBNPpO2BHq-umw0n4ek93CU4zXZkbjp1PMhrCaJDDFkG0RdPocF-jYfZjJFcWgNOEMR9siLh9gybHceC_Oiw1LG6G7YMGki8I8FlT_7hGSbQws5eKhTClYNE5bmAk8Jg/s4032/PXL_20210306_203916974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dmMfC7jBNPpO2BHq-umw0n4ek93CU4zXZkbjp1PMhrCaJDDFkG0RdPocF-jYfZjJFcWgNOEMR9siLh9gybHceC_Oiw1LG6G7YMGki8I8FlT_7hGSbQws5eKhTClYNE5bmAk8Jg/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_203916974.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The photos loaded in reverse order. Here we are taking a break. The light is so nice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJIAVabf98KRXgyIhXd5Wy-1BUOgzujnz9mI8kCxykojHSmsCuyuSzr7CywUCEYgHwdBf6vCg2nXrFGQxAByAlO7F7mZjwrRhk_5f92k7Jykd-JD8q7ZdbraG-zmOpMubo7LYsg/s4032/PXL_20210306_202234321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJIAVabf98KRXgyIhXd5Wy-1BUOgzujnz9mI8kCxykojHSmsCuyuSzr7CywUCEYgHwdBf6vCg2nXrFGQxAByAlO7F7mZjwrRhk_5f92k7Jykd-JD8q7ZdbraG-zmOpMubo7LYsg/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_202234321.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>We went into a rock bowl like a box canyon near the big rock, and John was looking at some mineral deposits on the cliff to the north while I beelined it to some aspens clinging to life on the sheltered south side of the bowl. I was leading Buster to give him a break, and we spooked an owl. I thought I saw where it landed so I made my way in that direction. Sure enough, I saw it, and was able to get some pictures. This one was as it flew away once I got too close. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5absbQuRj1rU8cxPsjQQV5-RdLgfzx8zuv8AO3HZMeFa_pZrQTGHDjdpSzaK0nFapPrsJwvaVZ5utI6K5l4KoE5sNRmtStffTb_DTwlsWl77l8lM0MPDX0Oz0GumY0KIeMTLdTA/s4032/PXL_20210306_201038159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5absbQuRj1rU8cxPsjQQV5-RdLgfzx8zuv8AO3HZMeFa_pZrQTGHDjdpSzaK0nFapPrsJwvaVZ5utI6K5l4KoE5sNRmtStffTb_DTwlsWl77l8lM0MPDX0Oz0GumY0KIeMTLdTA/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_201038159.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here it is sitting on the rocks, looking so arrogant, letting me get close. I was not sneaking up, it stared at me the entire time, so there was no stealth but I was trying not to be to alarming. If you're having trouble seeing it, look below and just to the right of the bush up top. It's a Great Horned.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBXUSlauYFuzApfGhyphenhyphengZd5ZKMqqMrO-nGrszQyz1vkPWj-x7BdU-ilFrvp5ZzRs1ySBpATnuTKGbQNsg0iaA5eEJbbquAbX1norj6Z3XSbE7iR44_R80Z2po5wTN-5g4LNhWWvQ/s4032/PXL_20210306_200955694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBXUSlauYFuzApfGhyphenhyphengZd5ZKMqqMrO-nGrszQyz1vkPWj-x7BdU-ilFrvp5ZzRs1ySBpATnuTKGbQNsg0iaA5eEJbbquAbX1norj6Z3XSbE7iR44_R80Z2po5wTN-5g4LNhWWvQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_200955694.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Hahaha, ok, so this may be TMI, but I was so hot after that. I was wearing so many layers against the cold wind, which wasn't so cold in the bowl, and I scrambled up the ridge to the right thinking I'd seen a skull but it was like The Lost City of Gold, just a trick of the light. So I scrambled back down, reclaimed my ass, whom I'd dropped to stalk the owl, and started stripping off layers, down to my bra and jeans, and just threw my head back and enjoyed the sun and the wind. Nobody was going to see me in that box canyon in the middle of nowhere. John liked the view. I told him he could take a picture if he promised not to share it. He was shocked! I love it. Twenty years of marriage and I can still shock my husband. I didn't think much of the picture but I'm told I'm too critical.</p>The Blade. Actually I don't really know what to call it, but it is blade thin at the front, like the prow of a ship. I should load another picture.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG5UxLu61BEo3_k3-xWkhwYtF68y0Xc5sdret8bN_o0gw5u0lQ_VPcDDL-nGU0-Lc3Bd2VwOV76lAMX6NMBA9-YuGVfxw6edPTiEYAHD_JLgd33S5D50JUXRRqFUuzjxP9Dfoig/s4032/PXL_20210306_195833949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG5UxLu61BEo3_k3-xWkhwYtF68y0Xc5sdret8bN_o0gw5u0lQ_VPcDDL-nGU0-Lc3Bd2VwOV76lAMX6NMBA9-YuGVfxw6edPTiEYAHD_JLgd33S5D50JUXRRqFUuzjxP9Dfoig/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_195833949.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There ya go</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ThiiGsEYW0xJIT508VAZUCWkCAovm1NqM6elWPnF6xTa7J-gAA0fYvt9QJJlRu_XbLO-W-U3BXf0uh33sNnOWBeZXx2dA3iTkr8414tWCe1Hb0r2RvUQuyiuYAkq4yK7xMYqVA/s4032/PXL_20210306_204105944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ThiiGsEYW0xJIT508VAZUCWkCAovm1NqM6elWPnF6xTa7J-gAA0fYvt9QJJlRu_XbLO-W-U3BXf0uh33sNnOWBeZXx2dA3iTkr8414tWCe1Hb0r2RvUQuyiuYAkq4yK7xMYqVA/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_204105944.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The skies out there... Constantly changing, so much light and dark and movement and so BIG!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7BD2hHP0avbzDM3Ap_KvkBXXY03E0B4jxZETe8syKsz6RMSLnU2gmxQhv1Gr58Qv5p6w4ckGYXSXRGUA5y6S-4thgvbMYic3IMcI4oxtpZoxkDu3UPAQyYp0pJ3TFSU4EHmzQA/s4032/PXL_20210306_195607008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7BD2hHP0avbzDM3Ap_KvkBXXY03E0B4jxZETe8syKsz6RMSLnU2gmxQhv1Gr58Qv5p6w4ckGYXSXRGUA5y6S-4thgvbMYic3IMcI4oxtpZoxkDu3UPAQyYp0pJ3TFSU4EHmzQA/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_195607008.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>John found an itty-bitty skull! He gave it to me. What a guy. I haven't checked to make sure it made it back intact. I should go look... I want to put it on the top of an itty bitty shaman staff. What a hoot. I won't do it, I'm sure, but it tickles my fancy.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYv8_iUyj7BFUCsKxcS8PIzGO56YI4XAb_Cf3tP8WqPu0EbVxYAcc1W8E3w-kLMlhmycXTLoMUlJWvBqlKKy-w3vPTSXsqSLd0nWIzgU01P5mtmoyu6rDwbFZkU5WGj3AobLyUA/s4032/PXL_20210306_195505800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYv8_iUyj7BFUCsKxcS8PIzGO56YI4XAb_Cf3tP8WqPu0EbVxYAcc1W8E3w-kLMlhmycXTLoMUlJWvBqlKKy-w3vPTSXsqSLd0nWIzgU01P5mtmoyu6rDwbFZkU5WGj3AobLyUA/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_195505800.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Buster can be so tenderly sweet sometimes, just sitting with me while we take breaks. Also, I think, maybe just a little bit hoping for a cookie. But he doesn't ask for one, so maybe not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBzJSjhrlxdiAUsTdr6pR9UFcaHOcscJAT2eeRgpgW-LMyUG6l85T1CKhOzLW67Wsi0cMyE4ycOjlimxkiqPFXK30bIGhZV5vqAoWwlnVzjMKQn2GrAfLNCVHkWLncbcO8E0QNQ/s4032/PXL_20210306_192806977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBzJSjhrlxdiAUsTdr6pR9UFcaHOcscJAT2eeRgpgW-LMyUG6l85T1CKhOzLW67Wsi0cMyE4ycOjlimxkiqPFXK30bIGhZV5vqAoWwlnVzjMKQn2GrAfLNCVHkWLncbcO8E0QNQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_192806977.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know if I've mentioned my riding skirt. I absolutely love it!!!! It's waterproof, insulated, easy to put on and take off (velcro waist) and I wear it all the time. I use it mostly for chores, just throw it on over my jammies, but I also ride in it, and I sometimes use it like an insulated tarp to lay down on the snow out in the woods or even in the yard. It's been so versatile, I tell all my men friends it's too bad they won't wear skirts. For riding, it has two little straps that go around your legs to hold the two sides that come together underneath your legs so they don't flap up. The back will flap up but it takes a pretty stiff wind. Buster doesn't seem to mind but it would definitely spook a horse that wasn't used to it. I think it has spooked one of the horses I rode with, just being near it, maybe when some weeds brushed against it or something. I got it <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/HorseRelatedGifts?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=585735318" target="_blank">here on Etsy</a>. She has thermal and unlined options, and it looks like she has fleece now as well. I don't think I'd like fleece. This has a slick liner that doesn't catch on anything or pick up bits of hay or burrs. I don't know if they're all waterproof, some may not be. I saw another seller who made wool skirts. I adore wool, but this is practical for rain and debris.</div><p><br /></p>Here we are standing on a cliff above the creek, which I wouldn't necessarily do on a horse. Just before this he scrambled up a really difficult steep, rocky incline for me with no problem. This donkey is impressing me more and more all the time. His willingness really makes me feel flattered. A donkey won't work for someone they don't trust.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wvu9NEIa3_W4zGrkq1UkLpCYPdxHUUs4rTT2r7HjMdvkVRponbH1zZ87nH-6-Jj0Mnryh_RTn-4Z5ZICQu0xV45mTyEsJEcBP6Ud1-ugr1BP2IErM7mpBXmT3Zhw4kNg4GYftw/s4032/PXL_20210306_190429389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wvu9NEIa3_W4zGrkq1UkLpCYPdxHUUs4rTT2r7HjMdvkVRponbH1zZ87nH-6-Jj0Mnryh_RTn-4Z5ZICQu0xV45mTyEsJEcBP6Ud1-ugr1BP2IErM7mpBXmT3Zhw4kNg4GYftw/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_190429389.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>John had just been dumped by Scout (spooking, not bucking - Scout isn't bad he's just dumb) so he was walking for a bit to cool off and assess his injuries (sore wrist and ribs). By now I think he was just enjoying himself again. Scout sure doesn't like moving water. It scares him. We need to work on that.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00oQsOPfU5aV3dciS6iILLX_gIi9McNaRgSXKSmq7_gNWoB6NxS4UtynCj27InJUmCLpIrwKn0koAbBxD4xosY1_cC-cMZraj-PjskqUMhVIOBV72ViMOO-yN2MRMlr4kHPRCoQ/s4032/PXL_20210306_190414257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00oQsOPfU5aV3dciS6iILLX_gIi9McNaRgSXKSmq7_gNWoB6NxS4UtynCj27InJUmCLpIrwKn0koAbBxD4xosY1_cC-cMZraj-PjskqUMhVIOBV72ViMOO-yN2MRMlr4kHPRCoQ/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_190414257.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCyli0IdAogv7CbLHNENQDCUSNzClEhJYnUd3t6hVN4wDCT26RNoyvug8fg8KZwDIlT3pzWtBw0-xvZbgdbXHMbJwS5wn9CyW67XA_qJk3Fsw5KtMYK3XKrhgtFzNL7Z-Jcr8yA/s4032/PXL_20210306_175905003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCyli0IdAogv7CbLHNENQDCUSNzClEhJYnUd3t6hVN4wDCT26RNoyvug8fg8KZwDIlT3pzWtBw0-xvZbgdbXHMbJwS5wn9CyW67XA_qJk3Fsw5KtMYK3XKrhgtFzNL7Z-Jcr8yA/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_175905003.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>And I love this "gallows pole" at the old ranch. I know it's just for hanging meat but I saw a proud raven sitting on it once, and it just made it all the more creepish. Buster was not pleased to be starting out on another ride. I took it easy on him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr2DhxWDPEk4En8TwRsf8CoALNRmH8qHPrsjcUkXaZZnhyphenhyphenbjtlEmG391gkwLa9qIieXiOlKiYP3OvjiTFkrLBJz6cnSc-jKUngriDNgadgjnPeeD6vywEh9-iJ7G7mAV9abw-Lw/s4032/PXL_20210306_174926254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr2DhxWDPEk4En8TwRsf8CoALNRmH8qHPrsjcUkXaZZnhyphenhyphenbjtlEmG391gkwLa9qIieXiOlKiYP3OvjiTFkrLBJz6cnSc-jKUngriDNgadgjnPeeD6vywEh9-iJ7G7mAV9abw-Lw/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_174926254.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here you see Buster Grazing with his racehorse hobbles on. They rest higher up on the legs to protect the delicate tendons. As with any hobbles, he can still get around pretty well with them on. That is, until the straps to keep them up fall down around his neck and he stands there looking pathetic with his head trapped down until I realize what's going on. Donkeys sure aren't horses. No panic, just patiently, waiting for me to fix it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpWK2o1e_XAuHv1VTXIIATlcjHXfsetoaNy35CkBdv5rdL_7WI294tDLRAG02B9rajeEeBZrr3Unzs459lz7VSsOdYTsbA3OB2YiGQIvfNExN1LPOr7spFvRA53n25R9Sd-mSDw/s2648/PXL_20210306_153048686%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1986" data-original-width="2648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpWK2o1e_XAuHv1VTXIIATlcjHXfsetoaNy35CkBdv5rdL_7WI294tDLRAG02B9rajeEeBZrr3Unzs459lz7VSsOdYTsbA3OB2YiGQIvfNExN1LPOr7spFvRA53n25R9Sd-mSDw/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_153048686%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>End of the ride, and Buster was completely played out. What a good boy. This was our first day, and a little over 7 miles. He didn't have to carry me the whole way, but he's not been ridden much at all lately. If I can keep riding consistently it won't be long before his stamina is built up. Donkeys seem to me to build muscle faster than horses.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjOsZbXPqQVug5ZNu_FY4d5PFalT0528Q-ZQIS7945rfmeKBzmPfFhxkpKK6fY3MmzQk3PGLrRZ5NeisX8XS6S23qfJv-qlhb6zuw4UqlFq6OWMUG4Y2wE1vjo88lyRPG3wITwQ/s4032/PXL_20210306_013158410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjOsZbXPqQVug5ZNu_FY4d5PFalT0528Q-ZQIS7945rfmeKBzmPfFhxkpKK6fY3MmzQk3PGLrRZ5NeisX8XS6S23qfJv-qlhb6zuw4UqlFq6OWMUG4Y2wE1vjo88lyRPG3wITwQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_013158410.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Look just to the left of center in the rock face below. There's a face there with a crown. It reminds me of The Green Man or a primitive god. And below that, slightly left just below the line of bushes, there's a coyote watching us. She just looks like an upright tan spot. She watched us quite a while and then moseyed downhill toward a watering hole. The rest of the coyotes we saw out there were very skittish.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1l8RuBrz4L9WSCGcrG2W7zAdgwuqlfvaIPtch22HYxvfuAnBkjDXWpEYCJdi2zl6C22VeziYv1-ls4cj7T8fYMXKYcYLiArA-ENSTJB5AE8MmtVuIo4OZ16PtTMYm6eUJG1jQAw/s4032/PXL_20210306_011314734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1l8RuBrz4L9WSCGcrG2W7zAdgwuqlfvaIPtch22HYxvfuAnBkjDXWpEYCJdi2zl6C22VeziYv1-ls4cj7T8fYMXKYcYLiArA-ENSTJB5AE8MmtVuIo4OZ16PtTMYm6eUJG1jQAw/w300-h400/PXL_20210306_011314734.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Ahhh, sunlight. I was composing poetry as I rode but none of it made it to the page intact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_RA6L1oiKgPaokl5kj82Th8sqZox5Ce90ScO2ACR7e1v5pGy7KVetwDDorJa1C0ZwVhig1gaew5klVhBj2ZUciRjfFRzfJKNCa-bOFC5vF5PQI8svXVc5fJq2hLotQsLyfT_gng/s4032/PXL_20210306_010117948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_RA6L1oiKgPaokl5kj82Th8sqZox5Ce90ScO2ACR7e1v5pGy7KVetwDDorJa1C0ZwVhig1gaew5klVhBj2ZUciRjfFRzfJKNCa-bOFC5vF5PQI8svXVc5fJq2hLotQsLyfT_gng/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_010117948.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Ravens playing on the warm updraft coming off the cliffs. I love ravens.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5EabEEgXnR3004ES2r1fSfpSzYLk1sVbr_4AvjyGVidFVnojlMoMojRnt2CvV2o5R_8ZFZdZenSaE4BJ2zh2La_a1LQWG_i4UTKjlUsPqXYO91tQJ-0LK-CFxu0DP9fILVP7Dw/s4032/PXL_20210306_003209385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5EabEEgXnR3004ES2r1fSfpSzYLk1sVbr_4AvjyGVidFVnojlMoMojRnt2CvV2o5R_8ZFZdZenSaE4BJ2zh2La_a1LQWG_i4UTKjlUsPqXYO91tQJ-0LK-CFxu0DP9fILVP7Dw/w400-h300/PXL_20210306_003209385.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Behind Buster is Towell Falls, just a small white spot on the left. Kind of anticlimactic but the rest of the ride totally makes it worth it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zgONDrubg5X5HtYxaxhh-BdsohZZgSYgNNKdJ9wVqJeF-zZnEkc4Eup9F2gbczfw_jAl0Kfi1XS0ckAmGC200X0yAWnPhSCbaF_1Wmnx-Tpa9B7OutRCzFQmW9ZZkxq4hl2i1w/s4032/PXL_20210305_235610557%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zgONDrubg5X5HtYxaxhh-BdsohZZgSYgNNKdJ9wVqJeF-zZnEkc4Eup9F2gbczfw_jAl0Kfi1XS0ckAmGC200X0yAWnPhSCbaF_1Wmnx-Tpa9B7OutRCzFQmW9ZZkxq4hl2i1w/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_235610557%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Buster, the Donkey who stares at Cows.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLEBMuEoT1EUKJzdeXhIncFq3pDTlxGYOEclnCp3qypYK9eM0q1Gdb7Kes5UWriu4g9MBUlmfqJBU-k8Gkv-t0FlPy179yZmZZnOv-Z1ns5_femxNXn8OdJ0UfbVK3yLlVLIlJA/s4032/PXL_20210305_235511875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLEBMuEoT1EUKJzdeXhIncFq3pDTlxGYOEclnCp3qypYK9eM0q1Gdb7Kes5UWriu4g9MBUlmfqJBU-k8Gkv-t0FlPy179yZmZZnOv-Z1ns5_femxNXn8OdJ0UfbVK3yLlVLIlJA/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_235511875.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CbKNS8xYD7WmmZkDJORqAzFVDQta3NbA0mlefjakwC_TgWBKArnInRqt-p-JX6L7gE868t6TLjqzNxO0Lt8b4wCboHnFCXxY7nlOWQmx6oGbLhSvtHD-Wx1GuYm1zwdxlONOhg/s4032/PXL_20210305_235138482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CbKNS8xYD7WmmZkDJORqAzFVDQta3NbA0mlefjakwC_TgWBKArnInRqt-p-JX6L7gE868t6TLjqzNxO0Lt8b4wCboHnFCXxY7nlOWQmx6oGbLhSvtHD-Wx1GuYm1zwdxlONOhg/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_235138482.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">I rather like this photo of Scout, and how the light hits his mane.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxyYBcXFYW5B4KwZbfhbI4eSGIQAdu69TDJFw88mCDuq7WT6izaWlGbP8k1uyoeQWgnM-j2voIlW-9Doba0rdP5HOisBlF82m1HmRaEaPUvNHZK7mp3W8PyDVPGf_b9qJ5R0ngQ/s4032/PXL_20210305_235320698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxyYBcXFYW5B4KwZbfhbI4eSGIQAdu69TDJFw88mCDuq7WT6izaWlGbP8k1uyoeQWgnM-j2voIlW-9Doba0rdP5HOisBlF82m1HmRaEaPUvNHZK7mp3W8PyDVPGf_b9qJ5R0ngQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_235320698.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEHtY0AHaLTDnzK8T5OpTFKX6mLIGoSR1DcqokR9BjqQEjPwb_ZYG9WHf4c2z3c39Asoouiptz9bvShljmSCdZuz6ocv9uG9LtqblKLPYrQMbnT9b6vTeOjjEcCY1wfwgMCQAnA/s4032/PXL_20210305_234202071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEHtY0AHaLTDnzK8T5OpTFKX6mLIGoSR1DcqokR9BjqQEjPwb_ZYG9WHf4c2z3c39Asoouiptz9bvShljmSCdZuz6ocv9uG9LtqblKLPYrQMbnT9b6vTeOjjEcCY1wfwgMCQAnA/w300-h400/PXL_20210305_234202071.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">My kind man holding my unruly beast while I took a pit stop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0cnabs-0SJhOK5-isct10AchoGjiMf94hMSClJIyICb2bzitrGtSBTSCQxaK4-vn4jkSUfs0q8HmvsvXtQujzahNv5LOYG5yT4GFsIwi1NOWhFeZAiDGV9KGE3wgrp_Y7d-bfg/s4032/PXL_20210305_233756123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0cnabs-0SJhOK5-isct10AchoGjiMf94hMSClJIyICb2bzitrGtSBTSCQxaK4-vn4jkSUfs0q8HmvsvXtQujzahNv5LOYG5yT4GFsIwi1NOWhFeZAiDGV9KGE3wgrp_Y7d-bfg/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_233756123.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">John and Scout overlooking Towell Falls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyA9uuOGZyiFr48muvhGUbaTp63LHe8We5-2JtDlvJWUzz0DMDlSlhQNPAYJDX2L1ImOqLrg-IsxUIhSQZ1jhmdrGOjDwSKN_jYdGT83M3AHH_Lqul0mwN5GZjzslpngPnR-EUIg/s4032/PXL_20210305_232326470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyA9uuOGZyiFr48muvhGUbaTp63LHe8We5-2JtDlvJWUzz0DMDlSlhQNPAYJDX2L1ImOqLrg-IsxUIhSQZ1jhmdrGOjDwSKN_jYdGT83M3AHH_Lqul0mwN5GZjzslpngPnR-EUIg/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_232326470.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. There was a dark, brushy, squeezed spot between the rocks somewhere along here that both Buster and Scout found quite spooky. Buster had to lead through and he did a great job, even though scary Scout was behind him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ITUEuYQBuXtlSdBDbs8k2qNk040R5x9jq3zorkHUBoZCYUNgEC1wWHRKw3qkXYH9hRUzKYoPv8526sXAI6QzZd57mvdb1UkEowj00fFesEs5_UZnSTT5zVy4jnmzlzf4wdxxAA/s4032/PXL_20210305_230625726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ITUEuYQBuXtlSdBDbs8k2qNk040R5x9jq3zorkHUBoZCYUNgEC1wWHRKw3qkXYH9hRUzKYoPv8526sXAI6QzZd57mvdb1UkEowj00fFesEs5_UZnSTT5zVy4jnmzlzf4wdxxAA/w300-h400/PXL_20210305_230625726.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">A hand in the rock</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSX_pUQADt-ISThvr027gnwP8kaXScTXd1PKgk7H0CXVXRFzBWA42PXbiY9Y6M1ISuX8ZQTnmk_1Z9YcmTOx_ONI73IHB2oTdNpAWR4bYpip9jLvNZh2q32wnGCZEWaXU05Y16w/s4032/PXL_20210305_230500331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSX_pUQADt-ISThvr027gnwP8kaXScTXd1PKgk7H0CXVXRFzBWA42PXbiY9Y6M1ISuX8ZQTnmk_1Z9YcmTOx_ONI73IHB2oTdNpAWR4bYpip9jLvNZh2q32wnGCZEWaXU05Y16w/w300-h400/PXL_20210305_230500331.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>This idiot was set up to sight in his rifle straight down the valley toward some trails that people hike. Not only are you not allowed to shoot here, um, duh, people hike down there and there were several cars in the parking lot. When John mentioned maybe he should position his target differently next time, he just said he assumed everyone was hiking out the other way. You can never assume. He gives everyone who shoots a bad name, and he could kill someone. That stupid target did not stop his bullets, guaranteed.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlP3xPYCy6C3AJsyiljy3H2impg13D1dM5F52IYi1h7GizJKd8LcOI_P8sODNqdsyUHoq_ogllGGKCxqYJr4uKEFcuuSgnSsYWAgbwK580cD7QGZa5bL70LD-_pkIivnpBTUDqw/s4032/PXL_20210305_211239322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlP3xPYCy6C3AJsyiljy3H2impg13D1dM5F52IYi1h7GizJKd8LcOI_P8sODNqdsyUHoq_ogllGGKCxqYJr4uKEFcuuSgnSsYWAgbwK580cD7QGZa5bL70LD-_pkIivnpBTUDqw/w400-h300/PXL_20210305_211239322.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Speaking of shooting, I never travel without my revolver (or two) anymore. Too many weirdos, and I'm prepared if there's a horse accident. I've wanted a cowboy drop holster for a long time, to hold it down and out of my way, but they're expensive. I saw this one at a saddle maker's in Spokane a month or so ago, but John wanted me to save some money and make my own. Then he suddenly remembered he'd never gotten me a 20th anniversary present. I love it!! So stoked. It's so comfortable. The bullet holder part of the belt is for a bigger caliber round, so I'll have to have that fixed, but other than that it's perfect. Well, I might want to find a way to add a knife sheath... It does make it hard to get into my pockets once it's on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KRXZqXnKioR1c-0QCyftGpc_-vwS0FDnEGg2gP7akc0U8KcAUsGcOxlp2ektSeLN_N8psxvMnZqwBqQd-_d5LwaXe_pbcW1-ucv0fY-F2IwiV8MJmuIGw-AGq56DFrclhFo1Ig/s1712/PXL_20210305_013348863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1712" data-original-width="1307" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KRXZqXnKioR1c-0QCyftGpc_-vwS0FDnEGg2gP7akc0U8KcAUsGcOxlp2ektSeLN_N8psxvMnZqwBqQd-_d5LwaXe_pbcW1-ucv0fY-F2IwiV8MJmuIGw-AGq56DFrclhFo1Ig/w305-h400/PXL_20210305_013348863.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay, it only took me a couple days to get through writing this, how long did it take you to read it? Or did you just skim and look at the pictures? I can't help it, I love to take pictures. :) And write. I've been writing a ton in a journal lately. Even some attempts at bad poetry. But mostly just working things out in my head - self psychotherapy maybe - and I write the type of article I'd never publish (thoughts on societal collapse, alcoholism, people who desecrate the forest) or letters I'd never send for various reasons, and a little bit of the sort of "this is what happened today" sort of journaling, but that's kinda boring most days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's 4am and I've been up for an hour. I'd already been in pain for half the night, up on and off, and then John switched on his phone, full brightness, right in my face. I don't know why he's awake but now I am too because I hurt too bad to go back to sleep. My neck is out pretty bad so it hurts, and I have a pretty good headache. The chiropractor couldn't fix it in one day. I go back in a couple days. But still! I'm going riding this morning and then going to do some more learning on how to operate a backhoe. Gotta keep moving and learning or what's the point, right? My meds are already kicking in and I feel a bit better. Thank goodness for Excedrin and Lyrica.</div><br /><p></p><p>Scout and Buster go in for their yearly exams, Coggins test, health certificate to travel, dentistry and sheath cleanings tomorrow. If I'm smart I'll remember to take their vaccines and give them while they're sedated. Not that they're difficult but that would make it super easy. It's going to be a long morning on my feet, I hope my back holds out! I can't wait to visit with my old boss though.</p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-5647773938984207912021-03-05T07:03:00.000-08:002021-03-05T07:03:14.949-08:00The Dynamic Duo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVu89m57l2KK8GMYfXKYXyB3SxhWOHUOWL4-mBuvCHNRZTkoiIaCZoeH-Lr2j2ww13oRigJjfEZ6QytvE52pfUsY5F6N2JZjDrYt344AzRPjKnKhYHYySlrbGhz0lm2S1ebCR3XA/s3264/PXL_20210301_235350758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVu89m57l2KK8GMYfXKYXyB3SxhWOHUOWL4-mBuvCHNRZTkoiIaCZoeH-Lr2j2ww13oRigJjfEZ6QytvE52pfUsY5F6N2JZjDrYt344AzRPjKnKhYHYySlrbGhz0lm2S1ebCR3XA/s320/PXL_20210301_235350758.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I had so much fun getting these two out together the other day. We just walked around and practiced walking togetether. In the past one would lag behind while the other got ahead and I'd be pulled in half in between. This time I kept them even like a team, with me in between, and we practiced turning around trees and other things like basketballs and dog bones left in the field, pretending they were hitched. Except I can never remember which way is "gee" and which way is "haw" so I had to forgo using those commands.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr8QQ0wnzwJS6eErWsQpG3J9uqEtCIp4BJaB9d5yKCtYg4Sy6o2Z9Geg6-h6oS8OPoBUmfrOZE4ik4Rds-gPFrKHpW3yqDEE9MCfqpdYhN7m3e31G5L8FRZVdd7HQ7Yd9pb2f5Q/s964/PXL_20210301_235512070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr8QQ0wnzwJS6eErWsQpG3J9uqEtCIp4BJaB9d5yKCtYg4Sy6o2Z9Geg6-h6oS8OPoBUmfrOZE4ik4Rds-gPFrKHpW3yqDEE9MCfqpdYhN7m3e31G5L8FRZVdd7HQ7Yd9pb2f5Q/s320/PXL_20210301_235512070.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEh497gikd2_zY2dH8p37EaNpd6hGvQAvT8dx5DC_MI08HYV9cu8lrwtsMCrRnaEqF9ugeD59cFL0aA_m1EAVyF4HdOiaqpWKZMKC0wHf1LfvQEJvGrg_PQ2qHko4xEjhVbjmvpA/s1002/PXL_20210301_235513022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEh497gikd2_zY2dH8p37EaNpd6hGvQAvT8dx5DC_MI08HYV9cu8lrwtsMCrRnaEqF9ugeD59cFL0aA_m1EAVyF4HdOiaqpWKZMKC0wHf1LfvQEJvGrg_PQ2qHko4xEjhVbjmvpA/s320/PXL_20210301_235513022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile Bella and Scout turned into wild animals bucking, farting, and racing around, having a fit because I'd taken their donkeys out without them. I love donkeys, they barely batted an eye at the exciting shenanigans.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wBb_o2-3uSZon80ew-RiL81ll-fnabShCDJL3Bra14ivRaHTGgU00QKtUwVBYbevTmqGGqDu8Gb49s_3JNxEoiSzT3A6jcpttlhZiRIsPTqao6mwrJrbKfqJPEj9tpotIvUusQ/s2149/PXL_20210301_235515013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="2149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wBb_o2-3uSZon80ew-RiL81ll-fnabShCDJL3Bra14ivRaHTGgU00QKtUwVBYbevTmqGGqDu8Gb49s_3JNxEoiSzT3A6jcpttlhZiRIsPTqao6mwrJrbKfqJPEj9tpotIvUusQ/s320/PXL_20210301_235515013.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The ditches are running with a fair amount of water with all the snow melt, and Buster is a thoughtful one. Juniper follows me over with hardly the bat of an eyelash. She's a good example for him but still he has to consider things. He jumped over the first few times but finally stepped through nicely the last time, after a taste of the delectable new grasses.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT048L3n1_EjltEuRSdkvkJZ-xdZzdLA0V9xF49UE_qgOoGDr8bOPh5pDZOyZCejY3bwmysenhxnJgYUKsgVild6ITXHeHNsUPqXwso7uDOktw8Mp1zfeUwadV6hw-y5DgeX8mA/s4032/PXL_20210302_000331786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT048L3n1_EjltEuRSdkvkJZ-xdZzdLA0V9xF49UE_qgOoGDr8bOPh5pDZOyZCejY3bwmysenhxnJgYUKsgVild6ITXHeHNsUPqXwso7uDOktw8Mp1zfeUwadV6hw-y5DgeX8mA/s320/PXL_20210302_000331786.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmccZYsTdIag5nGQfygG-jJR36ggPnpSbBVegplJuZQJqOZwrLYPfU8eTyZgx2oZt6VvWw5NFhC2NMsUneivoFN9jjCA5A0liugCGPDZ99qY-fUI3dbi9vni_P-3s1a54uteLC0g/s4032/PXL_20210302_000331786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmccZYsTdIag5nGQfygG-jJR36ggPnpSbBVegplJuZQJqOZwrLYPfU8eTyZgx2oZt6VvWw5NFhC2NMsUneivoFN9jjCA5A0liugCGPDZ99qY-fUI3dbi9vni_P-3s1a54uteLC0g/s320/PXL_20210302_000331786.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look at him thinking. I wish you could see the water in the pics. I picked a nice wide spot, with the water spread in a couple channels. Harder to jump, but also less daunting. The white you see is snow, the water is dark, and the camera doesn't pick it up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruq4lex8SH9Q4lvhl3rk41zrQt25aJsS0fFkRUtn1wnMCEmCrwO4cvm_-jT16sRmg5amX2ZT_9eFs9sGjhxKS3uu_a6wmaxVneDl9ZFMtKNbNV56YK_sxv976bS462FRarm6FgA/s4032/PXL_20210302_000332833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruq4lex8SH9Q4lvhl3rk41zrQt25aJsS0fFkRUtn1wnMCEmCrwO4cvm_-jT16sRmg5amX2ZT_9eFs9sGjhxKS3uu_a6wmaxVneDl9ZFMtKNbNV56YK_sxv976bS462FRarm6FgA/s320/PXL_20210302_000332833.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU3oi1kAQGKhXlkadSBmY27ikTpsR7ZY3Q9DSHjhvv788bazC93An-rMkF7mSIM-CY9AUljBIZxxz7pEANQVb3DW-9zkROw_DNCLLUJcPbgSMvi1auKWbkMylZruEQUrWXtHrjQ/s4032/PXL_20210302_000358934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU3oi1kAQGKhXlkadSBmY27ikTpsR7ZY3Q9DSHjhvv788bazC93An-rMkF7mSIM-CY9AUljBIZxxz7pEANQVb3DW-9zkROw_DNCLLUJcPbgSMvi1auKWbkMylZruEQUrWXtHrjQ/s320/PXL_20210302_000358934.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaK3Z4UKrNFnfkRO1IarzN2z-QEIPjV2wjQ7wR_CR9qQ-BV4RpItDuhl5VcOBMmvmWlzyULrhHliMgJ7HNyBFrf87sOHvXGd2ql3h8zw9ly4w2Xm9qK30oZB-dFrdR8XVx4jo9Sw/s4032/PXL_20210302_000359487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaK3Z4UKrNFnfkRO1IarzN2z-QEIPjV2wjQ7wR_CR9qQ-BV4RpItDuhl5VcOBMmvmWlzyULrhHliMgJ7HNyBFrf87sOHvXGd2ql3h8zw9ly4w2Xm9qK30oZB-dFrdR8XVx4jo9Sw/s320/PXL_20210302_000359487.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>After all their "hard work" they get a little bit of enjoyment for the day. Me too. I like to sit quietly and listen to them chew. Sometimes it's hard to get them to go back to their boring pasture life afterward.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwwiOA2piZR6pTm2lwV2782xJKm0Cs5cZtpZ6nx3P4Y_pAoCU7100kN4gzDjVp2nnXDxv9YCbqumGrUemdg2VTZRkNSR0qFHijsBJpt7WXYi6WC620QFX0n-mDgY2C1f3QtmUxw/s4032/PXL_20210302_001116114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwwiOA2piZR6pTm2lwV2782xJKm0Cs5cZtpZ6nx3P4Y_pAoCU7100kN4gzDjVp2nnXDxv9YCbqumGrUemdg2VTZRkNSR0qFHijsBJpt7WXYi6WC620QFX0n-mDgY2C1f3QtmUxw/s320/PXL_20210302_001116114.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few random things:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found this odd thing under my tire at the Navajo Bridge in northern Arizona. Katia was kinda grossed out that I picked it up and brought it home. I took it to our local gem/rock shop and they immediately knew what it was and gave me a little info slip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvnuirSeFh1f0HJGSL68r0Jrq6Ts2MBIo3adwRMAmD4IjFLuOnnJwKwRzNogJ3BquGVuGvYVjYWMCocLY8vpMFwBhS6JF_IfxE3WCSDXf5hoyGZB0F50ZMlcvYZuzbVS-ecKnvw/s4032/original_7e496c7e-6ef0-409d-9215-b1f519ce8bae_PXL_20210302_180941574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvnuirSeFh1f0HJGSL68r0Jrq6Ts2MBIo3adwRMAmD4IjFLuOnnJwKwRzNogJ3BquGVuGvYVjYWMCocLY8vpMFwBhS6JF_IfxE3WCSDXf5hoyGZB0F50ZMlcvYZuzbVS-ecKnvw/s320/original_7e496c7e-6ef0-409d-9215-b1f519ce8bae_PXL_20210302_180941574.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioliFj_fXonJf3dD35pwSL1XD4t0AgteliD9uu4RyjHU7-ObVRiLvxYeaX9ZM99Gt5GyocJJoYpJ9iUfcNjcCm4YPplfo5gqiKF050U7ay_oews0Z8urXtIJxFDl7wJSGmCub0Ew/s2098/PXL_20210228_172756717.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1933" data-original-width="2098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioliFj_fXonJf3dD35pwSL1XD4t0AgteliD9uu4RyjHU7-ObVRiLvxYeaX9ZM99Gt5GyocJJoYpJ9iUfcNjcCm4YPplfo5gqiKF050U7ay_oews0Z8urXtIJxFDl7wJSGmCub0Ew/s320/PXL_20210228_172756717.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The saddle I was riding when Buster bucked me off is for sale only because the gullet is a bit narrow, and someone asked for pics. I don't want to sell it. I'm wondering if I can have a friend build up layers of skirting leather underneath to make it wide enough. Which would make it heavier but still probably much lighter than anything else. I can carry it around like a feather. I love it. And oddly enough, it's comfortable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqNgUHn5WpZgkGf3NbkRAuBygyMoN48w_ngRNkMMWsGAEOjx3EXTxV98Mt8ZwAc-R8bJB8NEbGG9S_ZruWuYcc1iSjF3ktfcWAgMM2aFs7y6QBO1KZxFpF41x7d4itm7Pu3YQDw/s4032/PXL_20210304_154148171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqNgUHn5WpZgkGf3NbkRAuBygyMoN48w_ngRNkMMWsGAEOjx3EXTxV98Mt8ZwAc-R8bJB8NEbGG9S_ZruWuYcc1iSjF3ktfcWAgMM2aFs7y6QBO1KZxFpF41x7d4itm7Pu3YQDw/s320/PXL_20210304_154148171.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to run toward the woods on an errand for a friend so I went back out to clean up nails out of the middle of the road. Hurt my back pretty bad but I got most of them up. Shoveled the coals out of the road, and that's about all I can do. No snow plows had been through to scatter the mess, thank goodness. Then the dogs and I enjoyed a nice time next to the river.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YfZbJcRzBwqpxh7tkcTfxEUWghZ9BJtG19bDRWsJr68kTxs7q9_7phhBepfVvv8KkkffDllPUCOFkMI8Dt6x5wyooPusH3heDGAeD9pd3nx9W6ugx-PN7NelKylfbeYsmnxopA/s4032/PXL_20210303_221418255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YfZbJcRzBwqpxh7tkcTfxEUWghZ9BJtG19bDRWsJr68kTxs7q9_7phhBepfVvv8KkkffDllPUCOFkMI8Dt6x5wyooPusH3heDGAeD9pd3nx9W6ugx-PN7NelKylfbeYsmnxopA/s320/PXL_20210303_221418255.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInWgmGfT3xSQGFCHugR1CcLyMWCt9DXVXiVi2P_AD30c9E8tbX7b5B8WiAZcm-p0ho2S_z48ZjcixMPbpHzGko5-xf4fvMYlVLMEVXnzrfehHrgaeRBJtCwcuugEQUHwxHeRKJQ/s3264/PXL_20210303_223246131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInWgmGfT3xSQGFCHugR1CcLyMWCt9DXVXiVi2P_AD30c9E8tbX7b5B8WiAZcm-p0ho2S_z48ZjcixMPbpHzGko5-xf4fvMYlVLMEVXnzrfehHrgaeRBJtCwcuugEQUHwxHeRKJQ/s320/PXL_20210303_223246131.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFPh4d5Wimd2nv1_UYWw6rWaFJr6zMcB-F8g-zgPfz0QlC3F7xU2PsMCHKWQI7Z77rLXsOTObH-IVR1BRMrvBHNSPfoW_Oiyhx6WtfH2103KGqaZLMOjDr0tOa-KWAXCwMca3gg/s4032/PXL_20210303_222300543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFPh4d5Wimd2nv1_UYWw6rWaFJr6zMcB-F8g-zgPfz0QlC3F7xU2PsMCHKWQI7Z77rLXsOTObH-IVR1BRMrvBHNSPfoW_Oiyhx6WtfH2103KGqaZLMOjDr0tOa-KWAXCwMca3gg/s320/PXL_20210303_222300543.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY1Aug_la0gOPNQtabnbdPqaMfbwa1p_CA3ZsKAItAPaDfjU70GwDPKx-UWNjIJKt4xdgo3SF-rfElRUKYBhC9Obcp5jyIg7CQew6gom6nB8TmpdiCKP06K1WuPJaOuvoc54uIA/s4032/PXL_20210303_224837886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY1Aug_la0gOPNQtabnbdPqaMfbwa1p_CA3ZsKAItAPaDfjU70GwDPKx-UWNjIJKt4xdgo3SF-rfElRUKYBhC9Obcp5jyIg7CQew6gom6nB8TmpdiCKP06K1WuPJaOuvoc54uIA/s320/PXL_20210303_224837886.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The triskele is one of my favorite symbols and it showed up incidentally in my tarot card reading quite a bit the other day, just as an artistic part of the picture. I decided to finally buy myself this hand-forged necklace I've been wanting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNTB-gNz3nIK_mGsRNnaGxlkVpqqwUTDN987CkoiOHAFzHwFJApafNidShp1bG-9m7A5GjUn9VA46keihBAmRhwCcbT-53BFEJ7NpgraRebkHk_G66YJfBipaxLba2TJL95l8cw/s578/PXL_20210305_051353635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNTB-gNz3nIK_mGsRNnaGxlkVpqqwUTDN987CkoiOHAFzHwFJApafNidShp1bG-9m7A5GjUn9VA46keihBAmRhwCcbT-53BFEJ7NpgraRebkHk_G66YJfBipaxLba2TJL95l8cw/s320/PXL_20210305_051353635.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I may ask Verle, my farrier, if he can make me a couple stamps and make it my maker mark for my leather work. If I ever start doing enough to need one. :) I made him a couple really nice ropes with leather poppers that I really wanted to stamp. He said about one of the elements of the rope, "That there's art," and coming from someone who's pickier about his gear than I am, that's a huge compliment! This would also be my brand, if I could get it registered, when and if I ever decide to brand my horses. Without the circle around the outside.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpxsPG0x4W5KsYYQDn7p1DqqxYo416fVYXIxYbyhm2iUmPwggBGuVBn9TIhVkuzIS7NcnhzP6Ewi2z5jIW2ua5A3T87yNkQAamumV1MnovA8sh4FOCUfBkO_rxwkgTzZLbYtuIA/s3264/PXL_20210305_051526457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpxsPG0x4W5KsYYQDn7p1DqqxYo416fVYXIxYbyhm2iUmPwggBGuVBn9TIhVkuzIS7NcnhzP6Ewi2z5jIW2ua5A3T87yNkQAamumV1MnovA8sh4FOCUfBkO_rxwkgTzZLbYtuIA/s320/PXL_20210305_051526457.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then! John came home and said he had a present for me. I wanted this so bad about a month ago when I saw it at the saddlemaker's shop. It was discounted because he just made it in his spare time. John said no. He wanted me to make my own, too expensive. Then he remembered that he never got me anything for our 20th anniversary 6 months ago. I had forgotten about that too. I'm so stoked! It's so comfortable! It's lined with the softest elk hide. The bullet loops are too big so I might need to get a .45 revolver. Hahaha! Or have it altered. I've only wanted this specific holster since I saw it, but I've wanted a drop holster forever. Belt holsters hold my revolver up too high.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-WtYQrNWe9hl0lSOl9VpRgNwY7D3O4H7VrZZrpV4j8N6LpEi3NFN8nk7PJvLHsaTDpn_9qJA82UTCgXT3Fa_irwpAAQHDxM7H6F7Q5w9aX5ikdf-4Ir9XaAEZueuEWXULgPaDg/s1712/PXL_20210305_013348863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1712" data-original-width="1307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-WtYQrNWe9hl0lSOl9VpRgNwY7D3O4H7VrZZrpV4j8N6LpEi3NFN8nk7PJvLHsaTDpn_9qJA82UTCgXT3Fa_irwpAAQHDxM7H6F7Q5w9aX5ikdf-4Ir9XaAEZueuEWXULgPaDg/s320/PXL_20210305_013348863.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here's a laugh for you, and a truth. Have a great weekend!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tmgdJ-MdjbaCh3ET9UdsaHOyCLdOcivleYQWL8796Vygd3KInjRVwqWgPuWuFWgpXQ5AfERHgHdVCik5BV813XsuLC4Pq8stEVtwEGR9DzwQlFZDYDOb6BR9H-puSD_tYyv9ww/s1080/Screenshot_20210304-175850.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tmgdJ-MdjbaCh3ET9UdsaHOyCLdOcivleYQWL8796Vygd3KInjRVwqWgPuWuFWgpXQ5AfERHgHdVCik5BV813XsuLC4Pq8stEVtwEGR9DzwQlFZDYDOb6BR9H-puSD_tYyv9ww/s320/Screenshot_20210304-175850.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-23807886317057621012021-02-28T20:43:00.000-08:002021-02-28T20:43:03.941-08:00Old Man Shenanigans<p> Huckleberry got to go for a few hikes and he found <i>all</i> the dead things. He's an overachiever. He had a lot of trouble with the deep snow but I think he still had a lot of fun. I guess I should say that he's shaved because we were going to be in Arizona for 6 weeks but it ended up being only one week. So the poor guy is naked for no reason, with no glorious fluff.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOAD7F06107_eJ8LYImmN30cJSH51fqumCZ-RCTmmsMKnsfQeFxxWzQ5vKoHUziR3tKOCENttmpXbHDB_vpzOqj3TmYDPQ_byl9Xy4FiVLD8SI9sxzdBnSydwt3s4R3ztOuixbQ/s4032/PXL_20210227_200811783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOAD7F06107_eJ8LYImmN30cJSH51fqumCZ-RCTmmsMKnsfQeFxxWzQ5vKoHUziR3tKOCENttmpXbHDB_vpzOqj3TmYDPQ_byl9Xy4FiVLD8SI9sxzdBnSydwt3s4R3ztOuixbQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210227_200811783.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYklNcSG7q1g4uD8dlKmBdEi82ASlyd30IExODJ1UfcHbXwjoAbkW_7JSZYRyv8XFgQeLDFG-Sl_VFEY3afQMc6kcfSqq5k6vm1xb-tcvarr99exGex83TulQg7H_n6pYk9zYPXQ/s4032/PXL_20210227_200807576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYklNcSG7q1g4uD8dlKmBdEi82ASlyd30IExODJ1UfcHbXwjoAbkW_7JSZYRyv8XFgQeLDFG-Sl_VFEY3afQMc6kcfSqq5k6vm1xb-tcvarr99exGex83TulQg7H_n6pYk9zYPXQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210227_200807576.jpg" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNo9oHipz_4ieG88tY9_KcvOJia7raMtQ7C-geYPOtUaC-EYdNSQFRE-qNoycgvjaX7wBBwmgh6FsuB7o0kAdvBRwbiZ-XC-4RYkBIBwxfUF158vEhBg5NEHvLlM59Xjx36004A/s4032/PXL_20210227_202224107%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNo9oHipz_4ieG88tY9_KcvOJia7raMtQ7C-geYPOtUaC-EYdNSQFRE-qNoycgvjaX7wBBwmgh6FsuB7o0kAdvBRwbiZ-XC-4RYkBIBwxfUF158vEhBg5NEHvLlM59Xjx36004A/w400-h300/PXL_20210227_202224107%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcQvgcGuvXoHj0hgrGgL5kG961-FMQ93PX2cCJW5lbeN2eQTQFnj3tlTBdl6J7L1pSOTTNHqD9JbFXN3gxvIk4uF7w7O63ooQl6Rxp64sBinq_vviv0Bbr5W2CxSeeSBDc5u5EQ/s2338/PXL_20210227_201537942%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2338" data-original-width="2338" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcQvgcGuvXoHj0hgrGgL5kG961-FMQ93PX2cCJW5lbeN2eQTQFnj3tlTBdl6J7L1pSOTTNHqD9JbFXN3gxvIk4uF7w7O63ooQl6Rxp64sBinq_vviv0Bbr5W2CxSeeSBDc5u5EQ/w400-h400/PXL_20210227_201537942%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjRTdz7hb0pdMJqkMQ7jPjawkIu-cz5yE9uLuUOMP3RmXudnb3f1K9PDXl2T5a0irdYbojseKMBynPKHh57XTGX9tGOjmK5hWD9MSpeFx6K-kay5gAuC9wTAPWOAcF_MXKyQEHA/s4032/PXL_20210227_202432920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjRTdz7hb0pdMJqkMQ7jPjawkIu-cz5yE9uLuUOMP3RmXudnb3f1K9PDXl2T5a0irdYbojseKMBynPKHh57XTGX9tGOjmK5hWD9MSpeFx6K-kay5gAuC9wTAPWOAcF_MXKyQEHA/w400-h300/PXL_20210227_202432920.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to take him to the river and found the remains of what must have been a big pallet fire judging by the number of nails in the snow. <i>In the middle of the road! </i>Jerks. It's not a heavily used road, but I use it a fair amount. I'm going to take a magnet out there and try to get most of the nails. Fingers got numb digging through the snow and I just kept kicking up more nails. Had to give up.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIW06O7MHcVmlQ70SYKjUBTz9vFnd-Z25BEwfW9OWU-3qmh4UFstpEDwuYdM7z1PShc6wvwZppsW7Ykd98934eRyOv72nYRYJpZIeeDxMlP6La_pjYw2ALriqJUzNJXt9m7MMRA/s4032/PXL_20210228_000335904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIW06O7MHcVmlQ70SYKjUBTz9vFnd-Z25BEwfW9OWU-3qmh4UFstpEDwuYdM7z1PShc6wvwZppsW7Ykd98934eRyOv72nYRYJpZIeeDxMlP6La_pjYw2ALriqJUzNJXt9m7MMRA/w300-h400/PXL_20210228_000335904.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whatever was under the snow here was worth a lot of digging.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NADjd3u1uindisauR5S2-WLEUpwjsK8-SeEfLET8yYlXCLkr7-VbCppItqsWzlmyNOsVmFJAOe2kycBff8lKA4v1fmJZT9O95n-CMewwDsW0kcj7FgL46OdAUpoSQuD3jBqJ_A/s4032/PXL_20210228_001232674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NADjd3u1uindisauR5S2-WLEUpwjsK8-SeEfLET8yYlXCLkr7-VbCppItqsWzlmyNOsVmFJAOe2kycBff8lKA4v1fmJZT9O95n-CMewwDsW0kcj7FgL46OdAUpoSQuD3jBqJ_A/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_001232674.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Orion saw something we didn't see<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntLJawWLC-62_XgBE9yzNgMXYtzTE1qPDsEX3CUP5lfqIJB1_7e0zK_6C6OF81CgSzJee9LoPqCUT8oam7-YV-1jyvqvBe0R7ej9tTqzJTDISUuqxMhCtmxEbnvTDtGGey9Vq0w/s4032/PXL_20210228_001148770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntLJawWLC-62_XgBE9yzNgMXYtzTE1qPDsEX3CUP5lfqIJB1_7e0zK_6C6OF81CgSzJee9LoPqCUT8oam7-YV-1jyvqvBe0R7ej9tTqzJTDISUuqxMhCtmxEbnvTDtGGey9Vq0w/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_001148770.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Turned out it was 15 or so deer! They're like ghosts. I couldn't get a good picture from a distance, and when they scattered they went fast.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlqAwISbejbyPTy08zHs6tObhOgH-Aq_hTrCKuArxp2F7fpq_vaZyBwlyHds4k6J1Fub07t44mQNYkD3chjhbCCzAS0k4-xPyx3jpEMPRF33SUVHb1yucQp6NDckYabWVM5T6kA/s4032/PXL_20210228_001250404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlqAwISbejbyPTy08zHs6tObhOgH-Aq_hTrCKuArxp2F7fpq_vaZyBwlyHds4k6J1Fub07t44mQNYkD3chjhbCCzAS0k4-xPyx3jpEMPRF33SUVHb1yucQp6NDckYabWVM5T6kA/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_001250404.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I love to see him happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyZB9UM7g_yepbqhaBsQ_zV-cb14T8_FKnB8skZdSQKx_LCgkc19jAXlo-uTkoiXLHk4eE2akeTAv_IxGkKUzxnTKwkh5LrYZWiiIxdmWI0pDiFuk0H21Z4QVcZrneRLxsnT8wQ/s4032/PXL_20210228_002333759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyZB9UM7g_yepbqhaBsQ_zV-cb14T8_FKnB8skZdSQKx_LCgkc19jAXlo-uTkoiXLHk4eE2akeTAv_IxGkKUzxnTKwkh5LrYZWiiIxdmWI0pDiFuk0H21Z4QVcZrneRLxsnT8wQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_002333759.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiUKzxm5BJJ1V2RUgbBYpgRZtcMBsZT7jTKDUlvxUeYPvEBB27z9gEzYrL3tbg35qdYzxOKTcQT7h3doiZPYfuKasNpPDEkK6hEAPffrX5hy4l2Nf7wz9sXL1YtQhOloGXIP0TQ/s3373/PXL_20210228_002321344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2529" data-original-width="3373" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiUKzxm5BJJ1V2RUgbBYpgRZtcMBsZT7jTKDUlvxUeYPvEBB27z9gEzYrL3tbg35qdYzxOKTcQT7h3doiZPYfuKasNpPDEkK6hEAPffrX5hy4l2Nf7wz9sXL1YtQhOloGXIP0TQ/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_002321344.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrzkM7izQzEr2BUPm-K8Fxi_QMd65Xss5GM0Z8WsjtvrMo7bOARpUAAG4UKFhZjwzep-Aw9G-AThnX3pydIbgPVKDhgC7ZKMjvZTp9nwwJ1Pznl_rXxy3J2yY05DsT0egXq6Jmg/s4032/PXL_20210228_001651179%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrzkM7izQzEr2BUPm-K8Fxi_QMd65Xss5GM0Z8WsjtvrMo7bOARpUAAG4UKFhZjwzep-Aw9G-AThnX3pydIbgPVKDhgC7ZKMjvZTp9nwwJ1Pznl_rXxy3J2yY05DsT0egXq6Jmg/w300-h400/PXL_20210228_001651179%257E2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ice dingleberries :)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7wZhdSS_zfT4ENtU5e9yNND8Wbqt_BWPwM1Z2IrThyphenhyphenIUGm_woMptb5XD1UEkg87ToRNLSaB3OHayrLx5xydV1BVX0ydbepY-jxrFpvKRBgveGH4SYOjZHELMr-sE577VnZ2pKw/s2082/PXL_20210228_001627689%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1561" data-original-width="2082" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7wZhdSS_zfT4ENtU5e9yNND8Wbqt_BWPwM1Z2IrThyphenhyphenIUGm_woMptb5XD1UEkg87ToRNLSaB3OHayrLx5xydV1BVX0ydbepY-jxrFpvKRBgveGH4SYOjZHELMr-sE577VnZ2pKw/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_001627689%257E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I love going places with John. If I'm not done looking at the sun or the blue sky or the snow on the trees, or whatever catches my eye and strikes my fancy, he's totally happy to keep going to the top of the mountains with me. He doesn't even make fun of me when I say I saw a couple trolls and maybe even a Naiad. He killed my abominable snow yeti though. I told him he's going to have some bad luck for that. We saw a couple elk, more deer, turkeys and of course geese and hawks. Can't remember anything else. I was hoping to see a moose but no luck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIohKQScUHWVqj9rO0-3q2YwPtl5pMJmO32OxbSLzVuZd3t1U0xN8A_mO0TA1dGwN3yod2AT_hyphenhyphenps476bSa1wYrJ_YauBULJ96V8zPbl9Dk_gffNUIVOZJHT39beLbnU_XHbi5ow/s4032/PXL_20210228_010354925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIohKQScUHWVqj9rO0-3q2YwPtl5pMJmO32OxbSLzVuZd3t1U0xN8A_mO0TA1dGwN3yod2AT_hyphenhyphenps476bSa1wYrJ_YauBULJ96V8zPbl9Dk_gffNUIVOZJHT39beLbnU_XHbi5ow/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_010354925.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>This is the herd at home today. Just being. Two mustangs and two mammoths, as it should be.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzCgUKI-uirAudE_mLClnbrAAhY83TdRtolPAaqf8Vtf61lQDtnB1ntFcLLhbYM7_5BK2mX4QTxCcGSw5Qd4fwW_o3ciaI66_sB-Vd0mD_b-tpUb6oNowhztiXEETYNQFHmM-fw/s4032/PXL_20210228_224448981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzCgUKI-uirAudE_mLClnbrAAhY83TdRtolPAaqf8Vtf61lQDtnB1ntFcLLhbYM7_5BK2mX4QTxCcGSw5Qd4fwW_o3ciaI66_sB-Vd0mD_b-tpUb6oNowhztiXEETYNQFHmM-fw/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_224448981.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Blue came to visit today with Katia and her husband Steven, so I tried to get a "brothers" picture but it was difficult.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVeiW1NdznLt_j4jDp9Dj_38jKGm0x29OYrFhT7vOGzrpltcDeK_WFwxpT9d3QVsDM8aBBlgbrEXdhhin7W5MSABuRJ8G9x7bsn69Asafm9VuFyg9f_dtE3RnrUmI8bDwvY6JKA/s4032/PXL_20210228_165248799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVeiW1NdznLt_j4jDp9Dj_38jKGm0x29OYrFhT7vOGzrpltcDeK_WFwxpT9d3QVsDM8aBBlgbrEXdhhin7W5MSABuRJ8G9x7bsn69Asafm9VuFyg9f_dtE3RnrUmI8bDwvY6JKA/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_165248799.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Orion really wanted to get in there and be a good boy, Huck didn't want to be near Blueberry the Asshole King, and Blue was like a fart in a skillet. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsRDBmBT5MQ3dmzibMlK_Le1zHawhAhIzhWRlCD_1V55jF2-hBbVyasIMd1rNvr8TjPIFJjzcWml2fEn34eTtUbvP-HI7hm6I3Plyg20amzreo3xdPQJtXgC2cHoFXN28lq5hYg/s4032/PXL_20210228_165234796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsRDBmBT5MQ3dmzibMlK_Le1zHawhAhIzhWRlCD_1V55jF2-hBbVyasIMd1rNvr8TjPIFJjzcWml2fEn34eTtUbvP-HI7hm6I3Plyg20amzreo3xdPQJtXgC2cHoFXN28lq5hYg/w400-h300/PXL_20210228_165234796.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Blue will do better mentally once he can come live here again and not be cooped up in an apartment. But he will really miss his Katia. And I think she will really miss him. I'm wondering if he actually will come back to live here after Huck is gone, or if she'll change her mind. I sure wouldn't mind having two dogs instead of three. But Blue was my dog until she took him to keep me from euthanizing him for fighting (at least I think that's why she took him), so it's all good, whatever happens.</span></div><br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-19218888593014129612021-02-27T11:10:00.000-08:002021-02-27T11:10:01.025-08:00Breakfast With Buster<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Vwx-waFPgnI" width="320" youtube-src-id="Vwx-waFPgnI"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-76855300493107595192021-02-27T11:01:00.001-08:002021-02-27T11:01:59.249-08:00Whoa. A whole YEAR!?!?<p>Hey y'all. I didn't die or anything. Although I have wanted to buy one of those bumper stickers that says, "But did you die?"</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SjJlepMUMsg" width="320" youtube-src-id="SjJlepMUMsg"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://youtu.be/SjJlepMUMsg">https://youtu.be/SjJlepMUMsg</a><br /></div><p></p><p>Current cast of characters: Bella, Scout, Buster, and Juniper. Huckleberry, Winston, Orion, and two new cats, Elvis and Suki. A couple old horses came and went, and Sawyer colicked and was euthanized. Halla went to a new home with a young man who seemed to like her and she seemed to like him. They rode well together.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfEAHX9b7xprzxbI0t3rA47lVMpqb8AZ-HX9_MAvwC4zvPZFJM7hryl9KUytbVT3L1L2OqlYoGu6zVDrG7UOJFGMi5sm2icgJd6m0zkqHOUTh0dI8iDEzBDmblncW30A5d72yxw/s2048/IMG_20200606_125844.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfEAHX9b7xprzxbI0t3rA47lVMpqb8AZ-HX9_MAvwC4zvPZFJM7hryl9KUytbVT3L1L2OqlYoGu6zVDrG7UOJFGMi5sm2icgJd6m0zkqHOUTh0dI8iDEzBDmblncW30A5d72yxw/s320/IMG_20200606_125844.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>After my appendectomy I came home and got really sick with some sort of respiratory problem, apparently not Covid although I only tested for it once. I missed a month of work in March, went back, and was slowly being edged out by the power-hungry new vet there. In June I went on vacation and broke my back, only to come back to work 3 days later to a note saying I needed to work full time or they would take over my duties until they found a new office manager for the vet clinic. "They" being the power hungry new vet, I'm sure. Anywhoo, I walked out that day, because my boss knew that even if I hadn't broken my back, with the migraines and the narcolepsy I not only wouldn't, but couldn't work full time. I loved that job. Had worked for her for 6 years.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-i66ufnANSkpb8bIiXSyYhuqFh4i6W5V1htK7vbfgnB7wE6CDLPpBklWUuCeQ7hmsZCR4n7bQES_4pnsSQo8zHdwR7Wra5A-ZnYFcZC74eUNBEANnKDZOtAxjISlmHRSqeJvrw/s2048/IMG_20200922_160940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-i66ufnANSkpb8bIiXSyYhuqFh4i6W5V1htK7vbfgnB7wE6CDLPpBklWUuCeQ7hmsZCR4n7bQES_4pnsSQo8zHdwR7Wra5A-ZnYFcZC74eUNBEANnKDZOtAxjISlmHRSqeJvrw/s320/IMG_20200922_160940.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Back to my back - Buster spooked and bucked and I popped off the side like I do, but I tried so hard to stay on that MY theory is that my muscles broke the bones. The doctor thinks it was the impact, but I wasn't even bruised. Either way, I broke the transverse processes on 4 of my lumbar vertebrae, and I have 2 bulging discs and "levoconvex scoliosis." Basically it frigging hurts. I knew something was way wrong compared to a usual fall, immediately. I had to climb back on though, and ride 3 miles back. Throwing my leg over the cantle hurt like hell, and every time Scout would snark at him from in front of us and Buster would stop short, it would drive my butt and my back down into the saddle. Ouch. We'd been camping for a week, so I helped pack up camp as well as I could, unsaddled my donkey, and drove the rig home. It was when I sat down on a hard wood chair and felt bones grind that I knew for sure something was broken. I thought it was the top wing of my pelvis. The grinding didn't hurt, really. Later I learned about "visceral pain" which for me isn't really painful but it makes me want to puke.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUsT28VSUeN94HffOmhSHsUL6b_KLpOzOZeeeDGCXk_B282RqnKsh-pB9lL_cMiN-PBP6gGFqnb6XQXLLtTZoL8oAEpU3CpVu9c1IuI_uOrKfQ1iRRVlfsWQ8G83AqJ-xj8K3Dw/s1992/IMG_20200804_200337.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1991" data-original-width="1992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUsT28VSUeN94HffOmhSHsUL6b_KLpOzOZeeeDGCXk_B282RqnKsh-pB9lL_cMiN-PBP6gGFqnb6XQXLLtTZoL8oAEpU3CpVu9c1IuI_uOrKfQ1iRRVlfsWQ8G83AqJ-xj8K3Dw/s320/IMG_20200804_200337.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The ER doctor listened to my story and prodded my back and thought I was fine, judging by his face. When he came back with my CT results he sang a different tune. "You must be really tough, because I was pushing pretty hard on your back and you didn't seem to mind, but you have several broken bones." He proceeded to draw a picture that was a VERY BAD drawing of a pelvis. Because it was my spine! I wasn't expecting that. Hahahaha.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuC0BGykw_FTCGnhvp0r4ZAVVf31p81KTh1u7X6zbQzKhq4lADDGmLtl1EgJJ7PP935RWXhGcu_VO1kOoAozGRThMkI71NrJue_Ax1WQWcxe25SHNu4U-y85YmX42QsjCS2sSxQ/s2048/Lumbar+Xray2+6.22.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuC0BGykw_FTCGnhvp0r4ZAVVf31p81KTh1u7X6zbQzKhq4lADDGmLtl1EgJJ7PP935RWXhGcu_VO1kOoAozGRThMkI71NrJue_Ax1WQWcxe25SHNu4U-y85YmX42QsjCS2sSxQ/s320/Lumbar+Xray2+6.22.2020.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2ObuoNyVLT9dzXv0iwt6LPVbA5IW9JOi0MvCvwFYViJZ8wwfenfSfLyejzApo9gYPgOsb4UdYf4avBWzAvLhR0ukyrEedR1zcEoqm-z9MTDdx0uZrbgtcgG43Ag0nTAfZl48zg/s2048/Lumbar+Xray3+6.22.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2ObuoNyVLT9dzXv0iwt6LPVbA5IW9JOi0MvCvwFYViJZ8wwfenfSfLyejzApo9gYPgOsb4UdYf4avBWzAvLhR0ukyrEedR1zcEoqm-z9MTDdx0uZrbgtcgG43Ag0nTAfZl48zg/s320/Lumbar+Xray3+6.22.2020.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj21u5TGqa0WmqemY1HtFas2kG0zBFksTalSvb2QpqFLoIHbGG2iiKu7B8ybnXls1-hc5uVSM5iHJg511JRkPYe3wM1AjCfaFHYA_N9BWIHCNdZmhwK8VYgL9rLQgmyupUdFuESA/s2048/Lumbar+Xray4+6.22.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj21u5TGqa0WmqemY1HtFas2kG0zBFksTalSvb2QpqFLoIHbGG2iiKu7B8ybnXls1-hc5uVSM5iHJg511JRkPYe3wM1AjCfaFHYA_N9BWIHCNdZmhwK8VYgL9rLQgmyupUdFuESA/s320/Lumbar+Xray4+6.22.2020.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPqIeZJwLNDSOIoQmJDeVVLFhMFJXhcY71vwBBip5aU31IYZ6_c35p7d7vXjsSqqZxWSDNWTc3JtA5fggKmG6foced0lRzd87TglUzRUY1bOTYBIMBlM36jC8tlLu3_k-aiw84A/s2048/Lumbar+Xray+6.22.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPqIeZJwLNDSOIoQmJDeVVLFhMFJXhcY71vwBBip5aU31IYZ6_c35p7d7vXjsSqqZxWSDNWTc3JtA5fggKmG6foced0lRzd87TglUzRUY1bOTYBIMBlM36jC8tlLu3_k-aiw84A/s320/Lumbar+Xray+6.22.2020.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>Long story shorter, I'm riding again but I'm in pain pretty much always. Such is life... I also patched things up with my boss. The other vet deserted her and left her in a bad place and alllll the skeletons came out of the closet and she acknowledged that all the manipulation that I said was going on was real. I'm stopping in there periodically, but I can't really work. I'm not reliable, and the stupidest things hurt my back. I got to draw blood and send it off and run around and help with stuff, and boy howdy, I miss it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySA8uMuZujAQS8IAdX5tCR_8eWizRH8Q0nySADHk9ZcVK-Ni3KGBd-rgAeStTLXHAnoDd9IvPlzjNtLex8fpOSNz5UlIkf-sdI61aK1Y4l4QaJGxsJFvPS56XobQ9n_M3vDIeHw/s2048/IMG_20200801_060536.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySA8uMuZujAQS8IAdX5tCR_8eWizRH8Q0nySADHk9ZcVK-Ni3KGBd-rgAeStTLXHAnoDd9IvPlzjNtLex8fpOSNz5UlIkf-sdI61aK1Y4l4QaJGxsJFvPS56XobQ9n_M3vDIeHw/s320/IMG_20200801_060536.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>I hunted this year and got my first elk (cow) and and a buck that I'm told was a whitetail mule deer hybrid. I don't even want to eat beef anymore. Man, it's so good. Went turkey hunting once but apparently I suck at that. I'll try again when I can. I'm going to try to hunt as much as possible this year. It's good for my back, all the stalking and sneaking over hill and dale, and the early mornings in the clear air seem to be good for my headaches.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4rxn9_DDZ2nfPSKE6LXsvqH7w20tpmOvpTRdxs1VdP34GzJwROMWGLLDu8tUo2lIpE2eEZpYoyH9eMGSTz6J65YVzT2tDSJcru_fPRQrFvlc9n6YavxvwAgI4UFXhNXKa7QuQw/s2048/IMG_20200722_165200.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4rxn9_DDZ2nfPSKE6LXsvqH7w20tpmOvpTRdxs1VdP34GzJwROMWGLLDu8tUo2lIpE2eEZpYoyH9eMGSTz6J65YVzT2tDSJcru_fPRQrFvlc9n6YavxvwAgI4UFXhNXKa7QuQw/s320/IMG_20200722_165200.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1i3Pq9lCcAFU7r9pSOjNt0ciU5JEOtZl00mwlnY79comFW3ucQbtp9o3ZwB6-vO8WSxjElV-N5JteBZsuN1NVtDjXXWohmmQdnO8XMuGBfFlk9-nzfTHanJ3U0kfTD74ei7Frew/s2048/IMG_20200723_205438_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1i3Pq9lCcAFU7r9pSOjNt0ciU5JEOtZl00mwlnY79comFW3ucQbtp9o3ZwB6-vO8WSxjElV-N5JteBZsuN1NVtDjXXWohmmQdnO8XMuGBfFlk9-nzfTHanJ3U0kfTD74ei7Frew/s320/IMG_20200723_205438_2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P_lQ1pdG14IStdGpnrlBBp5hXJEmYUH_bjDoMdssMsIZ9itDISKIjTNiHsl367U-FFfX5elPTzpSppb-tzJqoStV4NpS3T1zSMszQ-7P5hMtL-9n6QsiWnal1n0_zLmetkh6cQ/s2048/IMG_20200726_074611.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P_lQ1pdG14IStdGpnrlBBp5hXJEmYUH_bjDoMdssMsIZ9itDISKIjTNiHsl367U-FFfX5elPTzpSppb-tzJqoStV4NpS3T1zSMszQ-7P5hMtL-9n6QsiWnal1n0_zLmetkh6cQ/s320/IMG_20200726_074611.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4K7XCoheAxVWMEUsQpFR7L8pG7tEVToVFyhrYb3BvaKdL1iRZTstcn4QiePXZKiAsJgL8T5cvAeAN_VFi8n5uYBWZyKq34ylv2_v7zAetN87d27T-iqQZHnC_Pj4GFG7IpwKdRw/s2048/IMG_20200727_180401.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4K7XCoheAxVWMEUsQpFR7L8pG7tEVToVFyhrYb3BvaKdL1iRZTstcn4QiePXZKiAsJgL8T5cvAeAN_VFi8n5uYBWZyKq34ylv2_v7zAetN87d27T-iqQZHnC_Pj4GFG7IpwKdRw/s320/IMG_20200727_180401.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>I got in TONS of camping but not as much riding as I would have liked this year, but it's been a glorious year. Two trips to Arizona this fall and winter. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKprK4RRKpvBDkuuv-BCfcYP57AAhHUy1pGY1htuUZ4165FqIH0ni6GYYcwJVBIDAVlnv_TwUY_M3FYcWWPVSupU2tUT2TUGmViPxg8mZgfeo2lUdKQejGtwhnmcd-uGvA67zZWQ/s2048/PXL_20210123_220536829.MP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKprK4RRKpvBDkuuv-BCfcYP57AAhHUy1pGY1htuUZ4165FqIH0ni6GYYcwJVBIDAVlnv_TwUY_M3FYcWWPVSupU2tUT2TUGmViPxg8mZgfeo2lUdKQejGtwhnmcd-uGvA67zZWQ/s320/PXL_20210123_220536829.MP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzGGyEp8SN-SdYpsyFR71t1sLWB6SNv4AcSfrnKXqxI-ztqa9egwccGlijCp5OA054b5NkxKrAy2T-Z54Y0vo55CtyA2Hv5sY9jJg0w00MGxcpN-Fj3nDxJVvYDqBsB4tfw1pmA/s2048/PXL_20210123_221348284.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzGGyEp8SN-SdYpsyFR71t1sLWB6SNv4AcSfrnKXqxI-ztqa9egwccGlijCp5OA054b5NkxKrAy2T-Z54Y0vo55CtyA2Hv5sY9jJg0w00MGxcpN-Fj3nDxJVvYDqBsB4tfw1pmA/s320/PXL_20210123_221348284.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkKv_aKYSF0v9OKoQfP6q52r-tZ1uvAE0o63M1zlgCAqA-YM0n60XdNej4FcDnUAvxTFiVLslfaMDK4Y5wAdeF-zPxn5qdTtLz8HDVmQLOOON4lYWtTmZMrf1ZoxNhwdFpJrAeg/s2048/PXL_20210123_221558213.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkKv_aKYSF0v9OKoQfP6q52r-tZ1uvAE0o63M1zlgCAqA-YM0n60XdNej4FcDnUAvxTFiVLslfaMDK4Y5wAdeF-zPxn5qdTtLz8HDVmQLOOON4lYWtTmZMrf1ZoxNhwdFpJrAeg/s320/PXL_20210123_221558213.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU_WGWBxhld3weiFa2S-YlP7lIAd9XtlSQjxXEho6KnlQgUS0UglbWsa7cRSS9qiy6N9FGEYeYDJLsHGpDMgfQ3Pddusmp-L-Zu3eziiDbqnQrZHojmBDQ0QmJNLTSNf4j2q_QA/s2048/PXL_20210123_223532347.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU_WGWBxhld3weiFa2S-YlP7lIAd9XtlSQjxXEho6KnlQgUS0UglbWsa7cRSS9qiy6N9FGEYeYDJLsHGpDMgfQ3Pddusmp-L-Zu3eziiDbqnQrZHojmBDQ0QmJNLTSNf4j2q_QA/s320/PXL_20210123_223532347.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p>The first trip I took to Arizona, it was just me and Huckleberry on an ecstatic journey, flying by the seat of our pants in a sacred land. I don't think I can ever top that. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdem1h64S0wB4nEtDkXZ_Y5Du-SbjPliJG5Fysrlwr4-Yj1VK-Nbvd15d2UoNgfnSiPUbc2IudM088J0Yz-BDi9HATPl9qIDDIDo3QS5Ka0apX1Wxb3yF141JQC_hlUAMul4KLA/s2048/IMG_20201021_150200.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdem1h64S0wB4nEtDkXZ_Y5Du-SbjPliJG5Fysrlwr4-Yj1VK-Nbvd15d2UoNgfnSiPUbc2IudM088J0Yz-BDi9HATPl9qIDDIDo3QS5Ka0apX1Wxb3yF141JQC_hlUAMul4KLA/s320/IMG_20201021_150200.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNDwWhNHUSOoV0I-dJd9qAIOFHon01w2CZD-oLQH5p2uxOkJd9ELreZKZSSVGOoW6jQFttQunORCx6bMhUGezauTH6hD11VYzcjMWtyo0CDOHDJAQrR8hHWADDqf0_NlIJiPLtQ/s3264/IMG_20201022_143925_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNDwWhNHUSOoV0I-dJd9qAIOFHon01w2CZD-oLQH5p2uxOkJd9ELreZKZSSVGOoW6jQFttQunORCx6bMhUGezauTH6hD11VYzcjMWtyo0CDOHDJAQrR8hHWADDqf0_NlIJiPLtQ/s320/IMG_20201022_143925_2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uHEPsiRNVibpVSOK8p4TlJbwB57WhAWbsZzNLGB0p6CP-aQ5ELZf-knFodMFGjcAV7PSVUYtAtuUWZjda2KaKy1bjBwmBdVP1s2pwJcSNcGtShrlFrPwkjWzLlHIfa5M3AcInA/s2048/IMG_20201022_184837.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uHEPsiRNVibpVSOK8p4TlJbwB57WhAWbsZzNLGB0p6CP-aQ5ELZf-knFodMFGjcAV7PSVUYtAtuUWZjda2KaKy1bjBwmBdVP1s2pwJcSNcGtShrlFrPwkjWzLlHIfa5M3AcInA/s320/IMG_20201022_184837.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvm47F2EIzaNuw-S0wP4JH3bodT7KjDExWrSSAnbKrA-QcdD8B8O-pHu9uRYhjDep5wUWanQJvTqiaW47d7a8D_NobBaeSIXa31ml79sO3ziGHGkef__b4fq_jZOdrZHT_fZvlrA/s2048/IMG_20201022_185958.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvm47F2EIzaNuw-S0wP4JH3bodT7KjDExWrSSAnbKrA-QcdD8B8O-pHu9uRYhjDep5wUWanQJvTqiaW47d7a8D_NobBaeSIXa31ml79sO3ziGHGkef__b4fq_jZOdrZHT_fZvlrA/s320/IMG_20201022_185958.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoTGuuLeYhde8-EnwtfUo5AyocAp2LSQ_7cimiW53p76Qh966F81HNAWNOg4rLf0vUhPDVZI-MCHg7jaDg7lo8dg2TnvuMdTUk5quw6GuQ16GI7l9X7egD_97jhXxqpTJWwPNKA/s2048/IMG_20201023_115357.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoTGuuLeYhde8-EnwtfUo5AyocAp2LSQ_7cimiW53p76Qh966F81HNAWNOg4rLf0vUhPDVZI-MCHg7jaDg7lo8dg2TnvuMdTUk5quw6GuQ16GI7l9X7egD_97jhXxqpTJWwPNKA/s320/IMG_20201023_115357.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9xSA5vqMEdxR6q90Ypr_CT2eTG7JE6SE_mLDaCUNTtcb2cF471hJ4h2uGGffKD080WCwcY2-tgWawdY5f9mXirhudyrsm7fVhdGaVjmDjTxYwGehlhDaeYDYZQgWe08Vh0KDvA/s2048/IMG_20201023_165035.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9xSA5vqMEdxR6q90Ypr_CT2eTG7JE6SE_mLDaCUNTtcb2cF471hJ4h2uGGffKD080WCwcY2-tgWawdY5f9mXirhudyrsm7fVhdGaVjmDjTxYwGehlhDaeYDYZQgWe08Vh0KDvA/s320/IMG_20201023_165035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWWRoSSuUeF_9UncENqNG7C4oBaF9NphkruHpq0wNvdnaiuI2ppk_fQc-_3aBTHCLHuMAdOaZRGGRTm16oRc5DpA7TNw76PgvU4pyqnb3Esa8lj5DrVqVGzynWifU5NChWFpmGg/s2048/IMG_20201023_170819.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWWRoSSuUeF_9UncENqNG7C4oBaF9NphkruHpq0wNvdnaiuI2ppk_fQc-_3aBTHCLHuMAdOaZRGGRTm16oRc5DpA7TNw76PgvU4pyqnb3Esa8lj5DrVqVGzynWifU5NChWFpmGg/s320/IMG_20201023_170819.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">John drove back with me and we had a blast and got some glorious photos:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OdLpjsx39iCUeu7WYIGeObutTqOXUAfmjndXELM899Kh-3mHFyKyItTDkH_QgJMSdHEsoZm4gz2Pzrbk93kKSTKmX_kBp5UP7pH4ki_3jlF8i9MpQzRiu-auVDmsvYovkuef1w/s2048/PXL_20201113_141149827.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OdLpjsx39iCUeu7WYIGeObutTqOXUAfmjndXELM899Kh-3mHFyKyItTDkH_QgJMSdHEsoZm4gz2Pzrbk93kKSTKmX_kBp5UP7pH4ki_3jlF8i9MpQzRiu-auVDmsvYovkuef1w/s320/PXL_20201113_141149827.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAYYyAhu3Gondq85PxexRwLoNlwicP_CdLJM3ZEHBqQYHrcUYFFvN-Du4Ib0Euxm4WHlJmlN3naolqO2F-bO7UGkWJ8lN_4W0Z2DEr3r_PzCbBqdbzKnfUp4NSKrZ_G22obBAjg/s2048/PXL_20201113_141204739.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAYYyAhu3Gondq85PxexRwLoNlwicP_CdLJM3ZEHBqQYHrcUYFFvN-Du4Ib0Euxm4WHlJmlN3naolqO2F-bO7UGkWJ8lN_4W0Z2DEr3r_PzCbBqdbzKnfUp4NSKrZ_G22obBAjg/s320/PXL_20201113_141204739.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyvWhD_k9fcxmR7Wsl_t7vXPfKGiHP7GSa8LtkRwfNWeWeHe8Rgs-RiGJo_yiartFlD0qw9TKfwYOXypZ1f8MWeVXJ4sz4eDXmF6jpSTOFtFGqFDMo_9ldxd1YVndOIzoan-g6Q/s2048/PXL_20201113_145343996.NIGHT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyvWhD_k9fcxmR7Wsl_t7vXPfKGiHP7GSa8LtkRwfNWeWeHe8Rgs-RiGJo_yiartFlD0qw9TKfwYOXypZ1f8MWeVXJ4sz4eDXmF6jpSTOFtFGqFDMo_9ldxd1YVndOIzoan-g6Q/s320/PXL_20201113_145343996.NIGHT.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitF9GYP13sidObad48vPx4Zzjp_I9rxt8JXAv_qwVRCdWq3dhQT_yEf0mdH-Cs60umY_T5Ls2hWkaBuvSnMr7e6PTYlFwC6aIO6KmHk57p_H-E6JzrfZ10rMnxC7t05z-_z2FZg/s2048/PXL_20201113_150912310.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhitF9GYP13sidObad48vPx4Zzjp_I9rxt8JXAv_qwVRCdWq3dhQT_yEf0mdH-Cs60umY_T5Ls2hWkaBuvSnMr7e6PTYlFwC6aIO6KmHk57p_H-E6JzrfZ10rMnxC7t05z-_z2FZg/s320/PXL_20201113_150912310.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1RQnic6oxns8P0cFi0l0qkxd8NDfsZAfTFg8m379WerMO9OjETFzd5kGLROcd-ZnkWi5ny9_fwFeVhLr-7AQsG3_KdA_4mG9SqaZTaiRy4piajG_BWkaQ1Pk3MN5Xzds1B9acA/s2048/PXL_20201113_155750835.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1RQnic6oxns8P0cFi0l0qkxd8NDfsZAfTFg8m379WerMO9OjETFzd5kGLROcd-ZnkWi5ny9_fwFeVhLr-7AQsG3_KdA_4mG9SqaZTaiRy4piajG_BWkaQ1Pk3MN5Xzds1B9acA/s320/PXL_20201113_155750835.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvo0DTq4m74x8sRTQRSKpQ0xW9PntlnPgVPmSEmNFXQoZjCMnsbIhT1OZQRDp0QyrjEfR3dVA9q47gaV5NVxkfc4iv7Mk2bbCvTiefiln0ryZ7OU0-AyV_-rQnKIeDj2GQ3GnYWg/s2048/PXL_20201113_203603391.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvo0DTq4m74x8sRTQRSKpQ0xW9PntlnPgVPmSEmNFXQoZjCMnsbIhT1OZQRDp0QyrjEfR3dVA9q47gaV5NVxkfc4iv7Mk2bbCvTiefiln0ryZ7OU0-AyV_-rQnKIeDj2GQ3GnYWg/s320/PXL_20201113_203603391.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRLdi0jhDS7dtUzfgtzP7N2HfnFthyphenhyphenZMevXCupIcMjZToSRKeM9Vnhyw1r0FBd4ibTC-MR5KVPvcUJ84KBL1r0R1n11HvtsGv19UIRd3pdHdVkrOCPky8QVI6XeEO3sYXMscWUg/s2048/PXL_20201113_235147982.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRLdi0jhDS7dtUzfgtzP7N2HfnFthyphenhyphenZMevXCupIcMjZToSRKeM9Vnhyw1r0FBd4ibTC-MR5KVPvcUJ84KBL1r0R1n11HvtsGv19UIRd3pdHdVkrOCPky8QVI6XeEO3sYXMscWUg/s320/PXL_20201113_235147982.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGocdOfT_OqQSyYg4mY6cTiUfLPVv3vhKHv1YilCEMKvCy58kcevoEwxhr6kKLU0RSCcQOyHKEg3en-NzynbBuYk63Z9dJCEnQItVuN4SOwmOBBEP7Qer8RoG_TXbRS2Ljp_j0mg/s2048/PXL_20201114_001309162.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGocdOfT_OqQSyYg4mY6cTiUfLPVv3vhKHv1YilCEMKvCy58kcevoEwxhr6kKLU0RSCcQOyHKEg3en-NzynbBuYk63Z9dJCEnQItVuN4SOwmOBBEP7Qer8RoG_TXbRS2Ljp_j0mg/s320/PXL_20201114_001309162.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>And I went back again for a short trip, filled with angst, only the landscape could give me any relief.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTIsQSIxAwRGj9k3r4SyouUSvJuCs7R9LL7ubsmFwxYlt3ly_AH7qc2reiuDVx33tryNZF_EttUV8CVo5soF_ScWDY6vA34thEVarJRVLJF2zR44ycFKDhJ6nIxEsQ1pZYW2HFQ/s2048/PXL_20210208_171208367.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTIsQSIxAwRGj9k3r4SyouUSvJuCs7R9LL7ubsmFwxYlt3ly_AH7qc2reiuDVx33tryNZF_EttUV8CVo5soF_ScWDY6vA34thEVarJRVLJF2zR44ycFKDhJ6nIxEsQ1pZYW2HFQ/s320/PXL_20210208_171208367.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaNsPS_tZQB3u_-BMszm9HVCGJ7IN6OQJJ3Z1EQNL6kanT_N01rbxDbyhyphenhyphenstbkBCkjShnhLPNcOPLygTje7r0sgxo4VUC7zVWY8__xWbrizFFCgVZIwx_JaF8r0Fm_ImMehZM6g/s2048/PXL_20210212_011306944_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaNsPS_tZQB3u_-BMszm9HVCGJ7IN6OQJJ3Z1EQNL6kanT_N01rbxDbyhyphenhyphenstbkBCkjShnhLPNcOPLygTje7r0sgxo4VUC7zVWY8__xWbrizFFCgVZIwx_JaF8r0Fm_ImMehZM6g/s320/PXL_20210212_011306944_4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKR3TEp0ZGKxoMpCWeDu00Saw0CjZlWJHY9ISeQDMTTHujYVdrdrp1fhCQUoD4apiChhkq-DyNzFzB8KfapAgf_uPIx_T_vdNRjbokDZSAaq_8Lb7RU8fmPtVhzNlCem8i9lDVg/s2048/PXL_20210212_194826489.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKR3TEp0ZGKxoMpCWeDu00Saw0CjZlWJHY9ISeQDMTTHujYVdrdrp1fhCQUoD4apiChhkq-DyNzFzB8KfapAgf_uPIx_T_vdNRjbokDZSAaq_8Lb7RU8fmPtVhzNlCem8i9lDVg/s320/PXL_20210212_194826489.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvq_ppzuIjsGI9eRqDHCUxf8o9LLElPFfwKYzVp3up9veLIh4yKLQDnVVCBNbEEPJ68GyH-ry5aK2jebv2G4qxapcPy_CPklLeK6ZM-ymcUUOGih741TOZD-rlX94AGPXdvyTpg/s2048/PXL_20210215_203037500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvq_ppzuIjsGI9eRqDHCUxf8o9LLElPFfwKYzVp3up9veLIh4yKLQDnVVCBNbEEPJ68GyH-ry5aK2jebv2G4qxapcPy_CPklLeK6ZM-ymcUUOGih741TOZD-rlX94AGPXdvyTpg/s320/PXL_20210215_203037500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>I have nothing to complain about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5kwhVtXXvhzyuFRirbTOhysX5sLjgNP7DDB-f4cUnAKSXAxSz7Bs5S1TtXqylPXq4kjb9HIEB7LRaGd-YWdyWSf-tvAXrpF0KGbF-e9CnCDkS2kbG3EfnjtkoK2WscDoupEPmg/s4032/PXL_20201111_192827166.PORTRAIT-01.COVER%257E3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5kwhVtXXvhzyuFRirbTOhysX5sLjgNP7DDB-f4cUnAKSXAxSz7Bs5S1TtXqylPXq4kjb9HIEB7LRaGd-YWdyWSf-tvAXrpF0KGbF-e9CnCDkS2kbG3EfnjtkoK2WscDoupEPmg/s320/PXL_20201111_192827166.PORTRAIT-01.COVER%257E3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Except that Huckleberry is dying and my best friend is going through some really tough shit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My sister helped me pick Huckleberry out as a puppy and she named him and he loved her sometimes more than he loved me. He traveled on all the trails with us and did all sorts of naughty things, bringing elk stampeding toward us, biting mama moose on the heels, luring predators into camp where we slept completely exposed to their eyes amongst the wildflowers. She died long before he did but a piece of our friendship lived on in him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I won't speak of my friend except to say my part, my heart is physically hurting, all the time, every day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A soft wind touched my face in the sunlight and said, "Everything will be alright." It felt like what a loving mother's hand must feel like on a trusting daughter's cheek, when she knows her child is hurting. And I know it is true, and I should trust it, but I am only human, and soft. In time all things will wash clear and shine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD2nup9P5B4LDInMIJm6TtAbh0L0CRzOpOZRaDG3Spu1Lf9jfDLg7G0tt7TkXTTYOLmEDM_3RDQHDHJif4O2xahPLIStUgQFDe7SxGc0mOVTEjKZWbDjPQGlzj_07f_ZrWpiQyw/s2048/IMG_20200814_132734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD2nup9P5B4LDInMIJm6TtAbh0L0CRzOpOZRaDG3Spu1Lf9jfDLg7G0tt7TkXTTYOLmEDM_3RDQHDHJif4O2xahPLIStUgQFDe7SxGc0mOVTEjKZWbDjPQGlzj_07f_ZrWpiQyw/s320/IMG_20200814_132734.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-87208852570705209642020-02-22T09:25:00.000-08:002020-02-22T09:25:00.609-08:00The lame and infirm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaECdlpwHkfBoHsePA2ev-XdxKrII4kim7Qbo-pqmVy9sjpB5Zek4SxmLRpnBq3J7q7V7rOeinUJGIV8t7NJxajx7d8agv-oBYYLOwEJY1Ih6hgvct47DPY6DEZdRcPQQ4Z15NIQ/s1600/IMG_20200215_165052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaECdlpwHkfBoHsePA2ev-XdxKrII4kim7Qbo-pqmVy9sjpB5Zek4SxmLRpnBq3J7q7V7rOeinUJGIV8t7NJxajx7d8agv-oBYYLOwEJY1Ih6hgvct47DPY6DEZdRcPQQ4Z15NIQ/s400/IMG_20200215_165052.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Halla was not better, unfortunately. I took her to WSU and they ruled out any breaks in the coffin bone or navicular bone, but couldn't say for sure what the problem is. They're confident it's in the lower limb, likely a lateral collateral ligament strain. She's been on stall rest for a couple weeks now, with bute and Surpass topical cream on the injury area.<br />
<br />
She was so good at WSU! Stoic and well behaved, didn't even flinch when they did the nerve blocks. Then I brought her home, back into the windy and wild outside world, and she was like a kite on a string. Silly mare. She also likes being in a stall. Who would have thought?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYuUHn10l6yk6oCN3owUJNbmB1IhzR0Jyqd5oXzDo5vDfg-GgSYsVqIzB0LKnavz2ALaQZdi6kXqkVRtZU-EQCONiZi7RDm87mbdDK8URUous1iGstaO-sj0jU8pg3__7kqK3ZQ/s1600/IMG_20200217_113714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYuUHn10l6yk6oCN3owUJNbmB1IhzR0Jyqd5oXzDo5vDfg-GgSYsVqIzB0LKnavz2ALaQZdi6kXqkVRtZU-EQCONiZi7RDm87mbdDK8URUous1iGstaO-sj0jU8pg3__7kqK3ZQ/s400/IMG_20200217_113714.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
I don't know if she's doing any better because I'm not at home. What was supposed to be a 4 1/2 day vacation to the warm desert turned into over a week-long stay because I suddenly had to have my appendix out. That was fun. Admitted late Wednesday, surgery on Thursday, and they should have let me out same day but for some reason I had to stay until Friday. I'm feeling pretty good, overall. Just sore and a little tired. No opioids, which I think is actually kind of nice. I'm not all rummy. Just gabapentin and Tylenol. Crazy. And to think "back in the day" I would have just died...<br />
<br />
We went riding at La Posta Quemada Ranch just outside The Colossal Cave, which we also toured. It's fun to be a tourist.<br />
<br />
John rode the big beautiful roan draft cross, Toddy, my mom rode an Appaloosa, Henry's horse, Goblet, was a gobbler. She wouldn't stop eating.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMm_Nc5jwMR1GsOC_7qbnqeNK8umQuxPH4Igo2wjmUtDiy4UTTelrxtVGTkV2th0UWL7NO98MOEXEzoLMxB_UD1yHW0h98UVB7VF8awgl7z4OaA9Qu2FEiL5-NStoi_CAe28_sw/s1600/IMG_20200218_181323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMm_Nc5jwMR1GsOC_7qbnqeNK8umQuxPH4Igo2wjmUtDiy4UTTelrxtVGTkV2th0UWL7NO98MOEXEzoLMxB_UD1yHW0h98UVB7VF8awgl7z4OaA9Qu2FEiL5-NStoi_CAe28_sw/s400/IMG_20200218_181323.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQ8ytB7A0-whS7gV29iGlGECnys0I9wYRLimyQpAIm_4XoWCXXiGi7vWakRJ_Nb9yl8icmC6IukzyXc4Hfuk0r19TnsGyJz_x7kdyydUMbnMLmGe-XrOGFFcVxm-DidHOWOcmZw/s1600/IMG_20200218_172617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQ8ytB7A0-whS7gV29iGlGECnys0I9wYRLimyQpAIm_4XoWCXXiGi7vWakRJ_Nb9yl8icmC6IukzyXc4Hfuk0r19TnsGyJz_x7kdyydUMbnMLmGe-XrOGFFcVxm-DidHOWOcmZw/s400/IMG_20200218_172617.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
My lovely Lola, the buckskin drafty mare, was quite nice. She was more responsive than I'd expect from a dude horse. I was able to stop her to get some space to take some pics, move off to the side in a wash, stop, dismount, mount back up, etc... (I dropped my camera case).<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJx8FqN4PWBoHexX29UKknh6DSayHzL38pbbcBBgF_XJx2BFcG4HSuw7xW3yC8EpmnLnvmlp71Hjwaq0GjXoWs3jyFJmu_C2BJ-S4cI9thlBA7rsmW_TKQfcT3iSyeA_q0lnmU7w/s1600/image000001_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="1295" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJx8FqN4PWBoHexX29UKknh6DSayHzL38pbbcBBgF_XJx2BFcG4HSuw7xW3yC8EpmnLnvmlp71Hjwaq0GjXoWs3jyFJmu_C2BJ-S4cI9thlBA7rsmW_TKQfcT3iSyeA_q0lnmU7w/s400/image000001_06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_CQif1KIF_7Vtjhds8e5HXklTozzKPtlnlbOiTzVcwWHxB_5jyWTrR6CStorSvs-66ys7zuG90769NTTVMVjC_sBIq7TGXBdeJIf9-ZYTQOst1ZO9G3yz1Q-mxhRfmK0uD3qQA/s1600/IMG_20200218_172148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_CQif1KIF_7Vtjhds8e5HXklTozzKPtlnlbOiTzVcwWHxB_5jyWTrR6CStorSvs-66ys7zuG90769NTTVMVjC_sBIq7TGXBdeJIf9-ZYTQOst1ZO9G3yz1Q-mxhRfmK0uD3qQA/s400/IMG_20200218_172148.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Anywho, I really like Tucson. I could totally be a snowbird. I need to downsize on the animals if I'm going to do that though. :) I don't think my parents would like me crashing their party with 3 big rowdy dogs. :D<br />
<br />
The morning of my appendicitis (I think I'd actually been sick for a week but didn't realize it) we went hiking. I thought my stomachache would pass. We went to Sabino canyon and up the Seven Falls trail to find water. I knew we wouldn't make it to the falls, my mom was already wiped out from all the hiking and horseback riding we'd already done. And my guts hurt. We only did about 2 miles.<br />
<br />
Cool, clear water in the desert. Beautiful.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkOPLR6FzjeAJvFuUWUbs-7n23FaLxYz08uvXumSqarcYpIX7QVAtAaLM99OFVSa1H9Z62_wui57cNBPH2muMtWhdEfTCSoq4nkHEE4ZpmK0QHLQpYsSaVtj-dkURI2kDMv2s6Q/s1600/IMG_20200219_122356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkOPLR6FzjeAJvFuUWUbs-7n23FaLxYz08uvXumSqarcYpIX7QVAtAaLM99OFVSa1H9Z62_wui57cNBPH2muMtWhdEfTCSoq4nkHEE4ZpmK0QHLQpYsSaVtj-dkURI2kDMv2s6Q/s400/IMG_20200219_122356.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCYA08LoEzRizisIuTPrnGT51S8BDv81udcnU4dlN4d2u5V3mHo_WhODuqPpr83YYWzJnObu2UIsuxqhhFqn7LLgj31LHNOoKaXVjphshkRrsGQwICpRNnbdx7F89P63zxWS8MA/s1600/IMG_20200219_123720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCYA08LoEzRizisIuTPrnGT51S8BDv81udcnU4dlN4d2u5V3mHo_WhODuqPpr83YYWzJnObu2UIsuxqhhFqn7LLgj31LHNOoKaXVjphshkRrsGQwICpRNnbdx7F89P63zxWS8MA/s400/IMG_20200219_123720.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
The water was cold! But it was close to 80 degrees out so it was nice.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgChWGpzKAelnKqLzPe9zwvq29q6ivBHsKWbYncwuMmR7ii1coWbt9kknSiIPfaRnfVFuFIepihM8Q2oEZ2VuMK5S5aOVeosaJa07bFAI5uFaP7b2kZ_E1Z0SwEEde5DcYbdCKw/s1600/IMG_20200219_123759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgChWGpzKAelnKqLzPe9zwvq29q6ivBHsKWbYncwuMmR7ii1coWbt9kknSiIPfaRnfVFuFIepihM8Q2oEZ2VuMK5S5aOVeosaJa07bFAI5uFaP7b2kZ_E1Z0SwEEde5DcYbdCKw/s400/IMG_20200219_123759.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Check out this cool turquoise algae:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvLsMvyOWxMpN1tnIGlVd5vdPSzv42ysOisoW2Ru-kMMFoX5-cfvltJAtAwiQbwoJ26CNVWc1f4TWR8Eq7ScbuJEEMbC_OjqzcOp3mFf4Orvdlsq9IumbPnjVMrly1FAq6cuijA/s1600/IMG_20200219_123700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvLsMvyOWxMpN1tnIGlVd5vdPSzv42ysOisoW2Ru-kMMFoX5-cfvltJAtAwiQbwoJ26CNVWc1f4TWR8Eq7ScbuJEEMbC_OjqzcOp3mFf4Orvdlsq9IumbPnjVMrly1FAq6cuijA/s400/IMG_20200219_123700.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjti93EBNbrKfMe9PRdRh9b2JJ8ugH-R9sX8Rf1MnX44LdgWm4LXwshyBBNseLpCm09zLQqRxCaBcODrAOp8dg50Sgz3RES1AsQiPN2H4suaGnFzMQBtrzYs2Lm4GlL66kz7IN3-g/s1600/IMG_20200219_120829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjti93EBNbrKfMe9PRdRh9b2JJ8ugH-R9sX8Rf1MnX44LdgWm4LXwshyBBNseLpCm09zLQqRxCaBcODrAOp8dg50Sgz3RES1AsQiPN2H4suaGnFzMQBtrzYs2Lm4GlL66kz7IN3-g/s400/IMG_20200219_120829.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
I have to say, of all the places I've been in the southwest, this area is pretty nice! Lots of interesting cacti. Pretty white in terms of people though. Homogenous. If you want a more ethnic trip, this doesn't seem to be the place. I'd head to New Mexico if you want to meet more interesting people not like yourself. Not that I've seen much here, to be honest. Maybe I just haven't been to the right neighborhoods. :)<br />
<br />
Today I'm headed to a town called Oracle for a Southwest Indian Art Exposition. That sounds more up my alley!<br />
<br />
<br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-65366902848208038492020-02-06T07:42:00.000-08:002020-02-06T07:42:37.978-08:00UpdateHalla is moving much better today. Thank goodness! We had a big snowstorm so I can't get her to the vet yet anyway. I think she's just going to "walk it off." She's on a sort of stall rest. Pasture rest with the donkeys is pretty relaxed. All she has to do is walk to her food and water, and then walk over to stand next to the other horses all day. But the other horses can't chase her. :)<br />
<br />
I've beeng givingher Equioxx once a day in with her supplement, but that pill is so small, and I haven't actually watched her eat it the past two days. I should supervise better. I'm pretty sure she has been eating it though. But I realized if she hasn't, a donkey might get it, and it might be too much for them, so I better keep a better eye on it. I need to find out the appropriate dosing for donkeys in case I ever need it.Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-27274128919324128592020-02-04T06:24:00.000-08:002020-02-04T06:24:41.138-08:00I don't know what order to write in, so I'll just babble.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSlEGCMIy6nye3R5LCrhN3RE8loa8sfkb7MsCv1jtV8KmAsQ7R7Ug4h2Cb57Lfe3NkyfgIhmQinMHzwXY95xYQi_8BDMlPf6ZjVwxNLh9JEY6eJ43REgs62oIwO7Ap8JbHtpw_TQ/s1600/IMG_20200202_102853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSlEGCMIy6nye3R5LCrhN3RE8loa8sfkb7MsCv1jtV8KmAsQ7R7Ug4h2Cb57Lfe3NkyfgIhmQinMHzwXY95xYQi_8BDMlPf6ZjVwxNLh9JEY6eJ43REgs62oIwO7Ap8JbHtpw_TQ/s400/IMG_20200202_102853.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Buster finally had his recheck and everything is beautiful! You'd never even know he had surgery. So we're cleared to ride except he has this big ugly boo-boo right in the middle of his back. Darn it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyFVJWuFnrzXbFg_ZeHy5125x64LQCdg4sRB9JYQ19bpcfeIAXGg9P7-lLNeBprgoqvEc2QXQwh70DGFKNjwJqcxryvzIxxC26I6i48-Diqu3cI0-qgGWowLjGOi2RL1y4AuQ3Q/s1600/20200202080312_IMG_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyFVJWuFnrzXbFg_ZeHy5125x64LQCdg4sRB9JYQ19bpcfeIAXGg9P7-lLNeBprgoqvEc2QXQwh70DGFKNjwJqcxryvzIxxC26I6i48-Diqu3cI0-qgGWowLjGOi2RL1y4AuQ3Q/s400/20200202080312_IMG_0143.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3ftE1DpvwvTrkLluGbdAFPE3CqFO5XtJDuV55MZj_zXZZejG6WMKThlIwJZQ0qRvCC6yvqdet-hPLkgIfUJC9m3MM7LjI56bjjbDY1JAtI06V2R1uwp1qxlmJtuP81UTHvKbKA/s1600/20200202075632_IMG_0140%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1571" data-original-width="1571" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3ftE1DpvwvTrkLluGbdAFPE3CqFO5XtJDuV55MZj_zXZZejG6WMKThlIwJZQ0qRvCC6yvqdet-hPLkgIfUJC9m3MM7LjI56bjjbDY1JAtI06V2R1uwp1qxlmJtuP81UTHvKbKA/s400/20200202075632_IMG_0140%257E2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Also, we had a moose here 2 days in a row and the horses had a fit. The first day I had Halla by herself and she ran herself ragged. She's really lame on her left front now. I can't find an obvious injury so I'm wondering if it's in her shoulder. I also maybe see some stiffness in her hips.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfIevcniWr1pLX6hVTpLserwTPAh4KvGeJx3CiUxO_RjIvuSDMoVj9_hbGpggrkWuDAN8TXR43Ad8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
I'm always of two minds about how to deal with something like this. Take them in immediately and get an answer, where they'll likely tell me to rest them and put them on anti-inflammatories, or just start the rest and anti-inflammatories for a week and see what happens.<br />
<br />
Aarrrgh. What would you do? I have to work today anyway but I might be able to get her in tomorrow.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFDwiqr3zyc_8r1-hoD2ah0wd4gOgE0dqdaIh7bzIQQiw47peaMyoVQAJ9oq1bIn5LRJEvkijiK7K2P3cilQXSyqNFZxHu89YMQrwHwh2JiEj_7NYLa7Lq3K6f6tLlDtza-fP3g/s1600/IMG_20200202_102601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFDwiqr3zyc_8r1-hoD2ah0wd4gOgE0dqdaIh7bzIQQiw47peaMyoVQAJ9oq1bIn5LRJEvkijiK7K2P3cilQXSyqNFZxHu89YMQrwHwh2JiEj_7NYLa7Lq3K6f6tLlDtza-fP3g/s320/IMG_20200202_102601.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
We've been chipping away at the Ty Evans weekly challenge. So far it's been very elementary, which is very good because Buster and I have had some trouble. But we had a breakthrough and now he can reverse directions on the lead rope/lunge line! Yay! He still doesn't give to pressure laterally very well. That was the assignment for the very first week. He does well in his snaffle bit but not so much in the halter. I'm having fun. I think he is too, most of the time.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyLdd5got8f2aABJF9Nmg_C7LZYutSv26i_zge8N9eWCUeip7N2_4rpJfztoxxeZ5j8DU25tYrQf79xM2xNw0ARYjOCeXHEQH2Z8MoFy0lIr70QrwgztjQfuGXWEtf3u5dCKd_A/s1600/IMG_20200202_102514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyLdd5got8f2aABJF9Nmg_C7LZYutSv26i_zge8N9eWCUeip7N2_4rpJfztoxxeZ5j8DU25tYrQf79xM2xNw0ARYjOCeXHEQH2Z8MoFy0lIr70QrwgztjQfuGXWEtf3u5dCKd_A/s320/IMG_20200202_102514.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Yesterday I was trimming some Hawthorn bushes and he was trimming some grass and he got bored and left. At speed. Bad boy! Waaaay back past the house to greener grass near Juniper. So I let him stand tied at the trailer for probably a good hour while I finished my task. Boring!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspppTlftUdcp_U0hreJ82zpZIuQJurcSr8vg5ikSXF4WJ8i2ERURTIQqy7BZB3Y9F-lJPEScJx2lhavRqxIQJf5p69utLLLUVvg1qOqTEzThGSIHalcnFL9SFnkDjMa3UH3bXvw/s1600/IMG_20200201_091003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspppTlftUdcp_U0hreJ82zpZIuQJurcSr8vg5ikSXF4WJ8i2ERURTIQqy7BZB3Y9F-lJPEScJx2lhavRqxIQJf5p69utLLLUVvg1qOqTEzThGSIHalcnFL9SFnkDjMa3UH3bXvw/s400/IMG_20200201_091003.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
I had been working regularly with Halla too, until the moose came around. Darn it.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GoV6l87Hajp67b2oYGp3mRhmGtjO8qJEJYqS6tfqbufx3QRnh0ss_b1qyFoIJnqPvfr-1IUcxgTx-nurrPCgC4Zc1CrL2M29XPpfAvmKTRXrH6zlfx6olMauvbCzchqVnXRpDw/s1600/IMG_20200130_193619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1337" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GoV6l87Hajp67b2oYGp3mRhmGtjO8qJEJYqS6tfqbufx3QRnh0ss_b1qyFoIJnqPvfr-1IUcxgTx-nurrPCgC4Zc1CrL2M29XPpfAvmKTRXrH6zlfx6olMauvbCzchqVnXRpDw/s400/IMG_20200130_193619.jpg" width="333" /></a></div>
<br />
Also, we have baby bunbuns! The first doe had 2 and the second doe only had 1. Not sure if I should blame the small litters on the buck or what. It was his first time. I think I'll give him more opportunities to breed them next time. I decided to take the single kit and put it with the other two, and I felt like a jerk, but I didn't want it to freeze to death. Poor mama is still tending her nest, even though her baby is gone. I tried taking it away but that made it worse. They are meat rabbits but that doesn't mean I don't want them to be happy.<br />
<br />
I better get going! I've got critters to feed!Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-39342094941582253772020-01-29T06:18:00.001-08:002020-01-29T06:18:42.922-08:00The Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLzgY_z0ilkP6ySBru9juhpvMmDdLmYgiI8mdIPkcMnKVxPe6sp7gl82n4SQ99-SU7or2Tkrid4Mvan0OujTbievlMN07LSGI-w4aTvKOWrqLVAEnGjJggeJRla-NsISMqnT7Bw/s1600/843773_10200300353489415_1713473518_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1469" data-original-width="1102" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLzgY_z0ilkP6ySBru9juhpvMmDdLmYgiI8mdIPkcMnKVxPe6sp7gl82n4SQ99-SU7or2Tkrid4Mvan0OujTbievlMN07LSGI-w4aTvKOWrqLVAEnGjJggeJRla-NsISMqnT7Bw/s400/843773_10200300353489415_1713473518_o.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
I have a very important question for you equine folks. I'm missing a word. There's horsemanship, some use mulemanship, nobody uses donkeymanship. Equinemanship? There should be a word for the work/play/art/immersion of mind, body, and soul into... equine. I thought of just calling it The Work. Because no matter what, you have to put in the work. The Path? It's not equitation because it's not all ridden. Same with dressage, I think? What would you call it?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJxcuO1pxTZBuxuZJlgCwOD3FJhl51YPazWA2TlPTkua7oZrRJvFwfsY9pzPg7qaZpnx23OsLGXGyhFGWbl_9gXcTiPliS2UoGzenorAuM9fQUJB0_2Lp5TraB62kWJ_hjk2aKQ/s1600/IMG_20200125_134441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJxcuO1pxTZBuxuZJlgCwOD3FJhl51YPazWA2TlPTkua7oZrRJvFwfsY9pzPg7qaZpnx23OsLGXGyhFGWbl_9gXcTiPliS2UoGzenorAuM9fQUJB0_2Lp5TraB62kWJ_hjk2aKQ/s400/IMG_20200125_134441.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Horsemanship doesn't cut it when it's not all horses, and then I have to be a man, which I'm not as against as some women might be. We're all "man" after all. But still. If I can nitpick about the donkey part, I might as well lose the man part. Maybe there's a word for it in another language.<br />
<br />
Maybe every person has their Work that they are so consumed by that they can't find a proper word for it, when the rest of the world is going, "Whatevs, it's just training." Or just running, or just drawing, or just numbers...Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-75119364519074453302020-01-15T08:59:00.001-08:002020-01-15T08:59:40.548-08:00I forgotShoot, I completely forgot I had a blog. Took me a minute to remember how to post, after I read a few posts from my favorite blogs I'd forgotten about. Jeez.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoGHoowDkbJ4duL1CJ5wW8o_VbpAFCL1OE73m9gMyBUUwXF7EQYmoqEkZL4Zik64lB5-A2qerXrsPDGiRboDzDPTTFpkiKa5wqmPohsvdAzjOqpyKGgGq_0DHjYS9zhjQsTkKMw/s1600/IMG_20191230_154656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoGHoowDkbJ4duL1CJ5wW8o_VbpAFCL1OE73m9gMyBUUwXF7EQYmoqEkZL4Zik64lB5-A2qerXrsPDGiRboDzDPTTFpkiKa5wqmPohsvdAzjOqpyKGgGq_0DHjYS9zhjQsTkKMw/s320/IMG_20191230_154656.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Have I been so busy it made me forget? Maybe? Most days I have a few things on my calendar. Today I don't, but I have so much to do. Boring stuff. Housework, workout, go to the parts store for brakes. Eww. The snow is drifting badly, I don't wanna go! Not that my car has any problem in the snow, thank goodness for that.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilURku4L4r4pnyZyfOLQrgzrCwLZRHGPqretZXQ8sXMVRM1sb7GQNtsTkoSkn5S-ywEfkXdlP1HXpmpXZo3BxD0tCUGw-znMYR7bnywivXFEE_trr_gwDp2ZX3_p4RuVonbGljfQ/s1600/IMG_20200108_073432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilURku4L4r4pnyZyfOLQrgzrCwLZRHGPqretZXQ8sXMVRM1sb7GQNtsTkoSkn5S-ywEfkXdlP1HXpmpXZo3BxD0tCUGw-znMYR7bnywivXFEE_trr_gwDp2ZX3_p4RuVonbGljfQ/s320/IMG_20200108_073432.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
I have started a weekly challenge through Ty Evans, the mule trainer. It makes me get out for at least 5 minutes a day, even if it's storming. This week we're "catching with quality." I should be doing it with all the equines but I'm just doing it with the donkeys. Juniper needs it more than Buster! She can be a spicy jalapeno.<br />
<br />
Recently I got certified for CPR, yesterday I got certified for QPR, which is a suicide intervention much like CPR but obviously not for the same type of emergency. This weekend I'm taking a longer class on Mental Health First Aid. I don't know where this is going, if anywhere, but it doesn't hurt to have this kind of training. Considering EMT training too... We'll see. I can handle blood and gore but maybe not the heartbreaking situational aspects of the emergencies. Self harm. Kids traumatized. You hear stories... I'd rather do wilderness first responder. Seems like the accidents would be "cleaner" in a psychological sense. But probably not always.<br />
<br />
Anywhoo. It's winter. Lots of snow piling up. Gross.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wPZHobxmds-EFscPces7AfYm3UaIUWT0SE9ZgujaEfi_gaw8t4UL2I8stkU61LVzkcTha7iX3V8EmQuYEBH_Pm7YVM0nXs3C9TCP01M6Z2lyDuKfZWKbbl7n5gcDmSyfZPgUww/s1600/IMG_20191230_114110_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wPZHobxmds-EFscPces7AfYm3UaIUWT0SE9ZgujaEfi_gaw8t4UL2I8stkU61LVzkcTha7iX3V8EmQuYEBH_Pm7YVM0nXs3C9TCP01M6Z2lyDuKfZWKbbl7n5gcDmSyfZPgUww/s320/IMG_20191230_114110_2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2g8f-WP9Wuwm0979WNpe5FtzGkLB0HeQFoVn_CTD4s8C63Ywzydmpt9UOUIVrRbjv_9I_uDd2rO9oSb8AkQkSz5AZAO71up1fd4h-xZZ6cqqvPx2xHf7oW6VvDv2_9aEYSILEw/s1600/IMG_20191230_121633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2g8f-WP9Wuwm0979WNpe5FtzGkLB0HeQFoVn_CTD4s8C63Ywzydmpt9UOUIVrRbjv_9I_uDd2rO9oSb8AkQkSz5AZAO71up1fd4h-xZZ6cqqvPx2xHf7oW6VvDv2_9aEYSILEw/s320/IMG_20191230_121633.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3kUZdh-mDt-oEHusR8DIEJXR-dyu6kVlRAAMmMUXNBhU4seh_3iURzk3j0Cimh1n57gi1l6JqPe44XRUi5FpkB3qGd_P2WsTYYVXvlg64a5vYrMwijPXHnQ_nwycIy__Lx6qlw/s1600/IMG_20200108_073549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1586" data-original-width="1600" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3kUZdh-mDt-oEHusR8DIEJXR-dyu6kVlRAAMmMUXNBhU4seh_3iURzk3j0Cimh1n57gi1l6JqPe44XRUi5FpkB3qGd_P2WsTYYVXvlg64a5vYrMwijPXHnQ_nwycIy__Lx6qlw/s320/IMG_20200108_073549.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayuFGAutFdFuRnpdUM3FjXrVfqM7iFxIERiU0wjttYQuY1FTBNZhP0IMV-jz1P5MqhhvSmJgvRWZkO5-P8GD5-voYtjGLel4hb7N3mS2FdSYqpLdGTLLQGWq5O4A6vpZUAJRRPw/s1600/IMG_20200112_192735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayuFGAutFdFuRnpdUM3FjXrVfqM7iFxIERiU0wjttYQuY1FTBNZhP0IMV-jz1P5MqhhvSmJgvRWZkO5-P8GD5-voYtjGLel4hb7N3mS2FdSYqpLdGTLLQGWq5O4A6vpZUAJRRPw/s320/IMG_20200112_192735.jpg" width="305" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcQoD2XEmL8ffQZYWnF5yR750Ov9QiRQ8Q1zNAKdgUkil-qcAYbeAuGzlpUpFA6ckoeKLwNTxk0Bv6VyJF60Vy29NBaHOByhL3IEm4MMKyUn99LutqsapWlSYyu_DoJZZ8AapgQ/s1600/20200114141910_IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1484" data-original-width="1600" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcQoD2XEmL8ffQZYWnF5yR750Ov9QiRQ8Q1zNAKdgUkil-qcAYbeAuGzlpUpFA6ckoeKLwNTxk0Bv6VyJF60Vy29NBaHOByhL3IEm4MMKyUn99LutqsapWlSYyu_DoJZZ8AapgQ/s320/20200114141910_IMG_0078.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-89764802706156918672019-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:002019-12-22T08:25:52.908-08:00DonkeyshinesGet it? Donkeyshines, like monkeyshines? Sounds a lot better than saying assplay instead of horseplay. :D<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W56C1Cif00idSdj01YzTXhV7m2O2PPNxe6ojkphBef-Qdj-gR3S8H_P6l4EqKZbVRa8bxQInNYT39FbxYR6gg2kvLjyx37xkZdYwe_Ly1LIHh-Z6dS608uvG52EfJ8fvHvfNGA/s1600/IMG_20191221_160707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1235" data-original-width="1600" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W56C1Cif00idSdj01YzTXhV7m2O2PPNxe6ojkphBef-Qdj-gR3S8H_P6l4EqKZbVRa8bxQInNYT39FbxYR6gg2kvLjyx37xkZdYwe_Ly1LIHh-Z6dS608uvG52EfJ8fvHvfNGA/s400/IMG_20191221_160707.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Buster is doing well, and he is SO relieved to be done with his course of antibiotics. So am I. We can't do anything to get his respiratory rate up but we can work on softness, stroll around, and cuddle a lot. He even let me sit next to him and love on him while he was lying down the other night, which actually scared me, I thought he was sick, but he wasn't.<br />
<br />
I signed us up for a Ty Evans clinic in Spokane in June. My birthday present. So far just the groundwork portion since the ridden portion is sold out, but I asked to be put on a wait list if someone cancels. If nothing else I can audit the parts we don't participate in, and 4 days of uninterrupted time with my donkey and other mule and donkey people will be wonderful. I am so glad to have my new trailer to camp in! I can't wait.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoE926YAWlpAXLnQU6HRKTUam_iYyxIN6GWdG6QiPxs-x-XZlsGZMxMD-g8vor_pSqoNSoy_0Nh6eMbqIp4zJuNjK4QE8BG2dRrO0QgE6ikdnLQAe_-0_WwkgktYja1IM-5q8rA/s1600/IMG_20191221_154007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1168" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoE926YAWlpAXLnQU6HRKTUam_iYyxIN6GWdG6QiPxs-x-XZlsGZMxMD-g8vor_pSqoNSoy_0Nh6eMbqIp4zJuNjK4QE8BG2dRrO0QgE6ikdnLQAe_-0_WwkgktYja1IM-5q8rA/s400/IMG_20191221_154007.jpg" width="291" /></a></div>
<br />
Juniper went for a little walk with me yesterday. She was feeling just a bit saucy. She seriously doesn't like my stupid dog. But she didn't kick him. Good girl. I'd like to start getting her out more and doing some more serious training. She's old enough now, and big enough too! Maybe not very mentally mature but that's no excuse to let her sit.<br />
<br />
I've been busy with holiday prep lately, some extra things on my schedule, and headaches, but I made another tweak to my diet and I think it's helping. And I'm trying a new treatment. We'll see. I'm feeling like more donkeyshines are in order, and that's a good thing!<br />
<br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-40409334446993298272019-12-16T20:20:00.001-08:002019-12-16T20:20:14.889-08:00Recovering WellBuster is doing well after his surgery. He's sad because he's separated from his friends and he hates the oral meds twice a day. But other than that he's on the mend!Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-82148973436642011032019-12-09T20:49:00.000-08:002019-12-09T20:49:36.813-08:00Buster's Day(s) at University<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6X0efgmTo2tyFD26JXf1oGpPzJbNP-Crrq1eLd5V716WEsyc4o4VZaBoTRA9YzeM85-0e_qrmGQLEkadwDlaWo511_CYmLA0XRimsdBVntGAza1EpALSWyLY2IqTEw-l2X2H4Q/s1600/IMG_20191209_103824+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6X0efgmTo2tyFD26JXf1oGpPzJbNP-Crrq1eLd5V716WEsyc4o4VZaBoTRA9YzeM85-0e_qrmGQLEkadwDlaWo511_CYmLA0XRimsdBVntGAza1EpALSWyLY2IqTEw-l2X2H4Q/s400/IMG_20191209_103824+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Buster went to WSU to have his upper airway scoped today to check why he has trouble breathing when going uphill, and we have an answer and a solution! It was not at all what I thought it was, which would have been a hard fix. He has a big cyst blocking his airway! It was kinda shocking. I'm surprised he can breathe as well as he does. It also causes him to get some food in his trachea where it shouldn't be, and I bet that's why he doesn't bray. If he tried he'd suck that thing right down his throat!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">This whole big round bit shouldn't be there:</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibujXMAJ5uGAlNSdXTg5nyRWnazNbxRnfcgFdBRQbKmA2MJ46ewrX8ULKImhqzy5QwjDHB7vEwTxkup6a6EBqeCJEb358tqSsT_0fqMbzGymAPQ1Cxmwf1qaf7Kvrzv_ECMOR4dg/s1600/IMG_20191209_110813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibujXMAJ5uGAlNSdXTg5nyRWnazNbxRnfcgFdBRQbKmA2MJ46ewrX8ULKImhqzy5QwjDHB7vEwTxkup6a6EBqeCJEb358tqSsT_0fqMbzGymAPQ1Cxmwf1qaf7Kvrzv_ECMOR4dg/s400/IMG_20191209_110813.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That wee hole in the triangle is part of his airway peeking out:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio9QZjBDNdrHcO7sonnG-kQ7ls4vPrdwgs3gpD-lkcMHTjW35Y_V0QF359PTOu_TGcGsX6KSbrtXm_U_L_2w54jxnIQJYNUOPF-zkoXtCeJyULAEiYTyoy3EsmowTP113p5EAXg/s1600/IMG_20191209_110431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio9QZjBDNdrHcO7sonnG-kQ7ls4vPrdwgs3gpD-lkcMHTjW35Y_V0QF359PTOu_TGcGsX6KSbrtXm_U_L_2w54jxnIQJYNUOPF-zkoXtCeJyULAEiYTyoy3EsmowTP113p5EAXg/s400/IMG_20191209_110431.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlf9Hp3Urg8mHpouuuiio-EXJ6SyJLE5Eq332LvoTF-3bPKYHnGbCXRZZtYCld-CPVGFUwhk1xIauaVgPPy5LxPrkEQ3t_AQNuYdMEl1zwd6cyb1XHkLRv6XbwWQ30erBUCVZZg/s1600/IMG_20191209_110251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlf9Hp3Urg8mHpouuuiio-EXJ6SyJLE5Eq332LvoTF-3bPKYHnGbCXRZZtYCld-CPVGFUwhk1xIauaVgPPy5LxPrkEQ3t_AQNuYdMEl1zwd6cyb1XHkLRv6XbwWQ30erBUCVZZg/s400/IMG_20191209_110251.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHKuc9MztuBMZdBWCrXNp4T19moqW9dX54pzs4ioATD-21XjI2x5gtsJgmx7yOoALDzkb3_Mopu5Xf-Obyu5ScoF1qQtDDJ_GuDD5QsiaQLKS_pbDlrI0oSlRYiVm2Kn9XXFy5Q/s1600/IMG_20191209_110245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHKuc9MztuBMZdBWCrXNp4T19moqW9dX54pzs4ioATD-21XjI2x5gtsJgmx7yOoALDzkb3_Mopu5Xf-Obyu5ScoF1qQtDDJ_GuDD5QsiaQLKS_pbDlrI0oSlRYiVm2Kn9XXFy5Q/s400/IMG_20191209_110245.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAwllatdu7aQZ9uDXJTj1FqEpYPRM4MsT4cA2eoMeP2nfeh7p6ttkGgNzY0PZJzQqGXybFCN9VCwuV_b2zFoIA4PtS4WzoaIrVfzYLUYZeUMDGKILLz61YfBkYlrQWdXtpKzHGA/s1600/IMG_20191209_110408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAwllatdu7aQZ9uDXJTj1FqEpYPRM4MsT4cA2eoMeP2nfeh7p6ttkGgNzY0PZJzQqGXybFCN9VCwuV_b2zFoIA4PtS4WzoaIrVfzYLUYZeUMDGKILLz61YfBkYlrQWdXtpKzHGA/s400/IMG_20191209_110408.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Bits of food where food shouldn't be:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq9Vn2TLPHItHCLOYbOvya93vSjZnXOOMVe29-62Y5O8zbznhZJxqnOQ7Ydy_UEXvFRktyiqdKEJWyZkk8nz9ZgRI8j54gUSoSJ9y0q-rMJAfi2W_BwHHaEXKBAnnx1jyO2xUXA/s1600/IMG_20191209_110357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq9Vn2TLPHItHCLOYbOvya93vSjZnXOOMVe29-62Y5O8zbznhZJxqnOQ7Ydy_UEXvFRktyiqdKEJWyZkk8nz9ZgRI8j54gUSoSJ9y0q-rMJAfi2W_BwHHaEXKBAnnx1jyO2xUXA/s400/IMG_20191209_110357.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">So, the plan is to sedate him and kind of lasso the cyst with an electo-cautery tool and remove it. They showed me a video of a similar surgery and it was very quick and clean and looked like no problem at all. Of course there will be some irritation in his throat, and there are always risks with surgery. But he should be SO much more comfortable afterwards.</span></div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="mail-message expanded" id="m#msg-a:r4572205382245409777" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">
<div class="mail-message-content collapsible zoom-normal mail-show-images " style="margin: 16px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; user-select: auto; width: 380.19px;">
<div class="clear">
<div dir="auto">
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
They will do the surgery tomorrow. It was so, so hard to leave him at the hospital. I hated it. Juniper gave me a look that made me feel even worse when I got home.</div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
He was such a good boy for everyone at WSU. They always have at least 3 vets and 3 students working on each case, so it gets a little crowded, and they did an ECG as well as the endoscopy, so there was equipment rolling around. Also, they asked him to hike around on a hill with an assistant to try to reproduce the breathing noise. I really enjoyed watching him cheerfully work for other people. I even saddled him up and tried riding. He looked like he was having fun! He thought the black asphalt was a little weird, but only in one specific spot. He was great for everything. No sedation at any point. What a guy. Gosh, I hope he doesn't mind being there for a few days. Maybe he'll enjoy making new friends. I'm sure everyone will love him!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/mQaoLbPLWxc/0.jpg" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mQaoLbPLWxc?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/4q-zvBEtljA/0.jpg" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4q-zvBEtljA?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
The senior doctor on the case is a mule man, and he's owned some nice mammoth donkeys in his time, so it was nice to talk shop a bit. I had seen his daughters showing mules at Mule Mania last summer. He mentioned that there are a LOT more donkeys at Montana Mule Days the following weekend, so I'll have to go to that this coming year. Fun stuff to look forward to! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It was also kind of fun to give the doctors there something they don't see very often. As long as it's not so weird they don't know what to do with it. Two of the doctors hadn't seen this before, and the senior doctor had seen some on the epiglottis, but not often on the soft palate like this. Probably never in a donkey. Most American donkeys would probably go through life not working, never showing signs of distress, self-regulating their work/play to their air supply.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hope everything continues to go this well for the whole duration of this little journey... I wasn't expecting to get an answer, and if I did, I was expecting it to be something we couldn't treat. What a great thing to see on that screen. Buster will be a normal donkey!</div>
</div>
<div class="signature-text" style="color: #888888;">
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div dir="auto">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="mail-message-footer spacer collapsible" style="height: 1304px; text-align: center;">
</div>
</div>
</div>
Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-31582571766267050112019-12-02T18:45:00.000-08:002019-12-02T18:49:46.985-08:00An Equine DayToday after a two hour eye exam (that's excessively long, right?) I went to a friend's house and we kind of poked Halla's comfort zone without making her feel totally attacked, and she dealt with it pretty well. She relaxed after each exercise and toward the end was licking and chewing more and more. But also still mentally checking out at random moments.<br />
<br />
Here we were curious if she was hobble broke, so we tried it. It seems like she's not, but she didn't over-react.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FW0wIgBNxzm-xnlTT8ObMkWDDN2BHbywHtrVh-JhTJIj6eOnaIFKk799net07tiGvPX-X-I-bHHOPf7ezz6t8IhCfltVGLTnw8cxUBlYpqrPQrakc7GOEnVhu9kqVO5s8mcK4Q/s1600/IMG_20191202_115808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FW0wIgBNxzm-xnlTT8ObMkWDDN2BHbywHtrVh-JhTJIj6eOnaIFKk799net07tiGvPX-X-I-bHHOPf7ezz6t8IhCfltVGLTnw8cxUBlYpqrPQrakc7GOEnVhu9kqVO5s8mcK4Q/s400/IMG_20191202_115808.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
Overall I think it was a positive experience for her. She needs to get out as often as possible, poor thing, and learn how to cope.<br />
<br />
When we got home I put her back in with the donkeys. I had taken her out thinking she was the one pulling Buster's hair out, even though that seems out of character for her, but it's definitely Juniper doing that. Those two play rough. This way I'll have all my projects in one place. Plus they like it this way.<br />
<br />
I was going to pull Buster out right away but he walked off and Juniper intrusively volunteered to stick her head in the halter, which is a little uncharacteristic of her, so she got to come out. I've had her out almost not at all in the past year. She thought it was pretty dumb when I tied her to the trailer. I groomed her grody self and threw a saddle pad up there. She was uncomfortable enough with it that I just showed her the saddle and then took her for a wander to find some treats.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvqD5642lw5u_X6KsU4Pcv2Cj8mGHJk32SPCuLBdcToq3iY0HQ1-H-EWgvNIV3nUx7DmHdky2JwMT-q_7u30krf30gfbalQfDxWe6s6mB5ikFKuJfTF4Os76DpkDPjvAbOeaZlA/s1600/IMG_20191202_132732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvqD5642lw5u_X6KsU4Pcv2Cj8mGHJk32SPCuLBdcToq3iY0HQ1-H-EWgvNIV3nUx7DmHdky2JwMT-q_7u30krf30gfbalQfDxWe6s6mB5ikFKuJfTF4Os76DpkDPjvAbOeaZlA/s320/IMG_20191202_132732.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxHlEkNZk5uEVzWvCvAsaffKpHCt_dFBXHKgLkGr-aXiuqU0Alh-S-26BCAh0SE_J7LOKzr-28IndJxQfZuKjU2HeLXVCdCorIb375LYEsrzkvHh0LdjMZs5eUGh3okWjuu5egg/s1600/IMG_20191202_132946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxHlEkNZk5uEVzWvCvAsaffKpHCt_dFBXHKgLkGr-aXiuqU0Alh-S-26BCAh0SE_J7LOKzr-28IndJxQfZuKjU2HeLXVCdCorIb375LYEsrzkvHh0LdjMZs5eUGh3okWjuu5egg/s320/IMG_20191202_132946.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCrWNs4H-Nsbi3N2gffiX3JCuRDSsbB3fJCuodHzvW5ICb9UJbosSREaY28J-Wydr0C8qorj0WXdiLi9O0LPdgpygwbKL9_9Y1gxqS2BsKlbPxT7uNo4KLdS8DF1HYm2DU4MeQA/s1600/IMG_20191202_133006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCrWNs4H-Nsbi3N2gffiX3JCuRDSsbB3fJCuodHzvW5ICb9UJbosSREaY28J-Wydr0C8qorj0WXdiLi9O0LPdgpygwbKL9_9Y1gxqS2BsKlbPxT7uNo4KLdS8DF1HYm2DU4MeQA/s320/IMG_20191202_133006.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
She's so pretty. Joon Juney June-bug.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVU4XIo6Zg27CeK3q0fj57_CnUxMZqQTvcCWtxcJaepfYYKTYV2fiZksHKXDiMt2wzEztyMnrL_x86pA6oD7LJPIBGuDH7ckmkKBYHkhRdWEMa-h-ecmaHoIRt-ZsADfpR3o7kA/s1600/IMG_20191202_133642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVU4XIo6Zg27CeK3q0fj57_CnUxMZqQTvcCWtxcJaepfYYKTYV2fiZksHKXDiMt2wzEztyMnrL_x86pA6oD7LJPIBGuDH7ckmkKBYHkhRdWEMa-h-ecmaHoIRt-ZsADfpR3o7kA/s320/IMG_20191202_133642.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pasture Parade.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJJ2lCYR5UhfT9pwF3Fi-TNFwJ3nZ0zlpJPLNhVxpIfJ7nrADzw9oo9bDRCHiczGekl-9IbR3_d1UfPWsCqHaKIMXDwMrunpfE_HPdLtRbU6yHiQu9eeaV_78E4oFvPkzn4c14Q/s1600/IMG_20191202_133741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJJ2lCYR5UhfT9pwF3Fi-TNFwJ3nZ0zlpJPLNhVxpIfJ7nrADzw9oo9bDRCHiczGekl-9IbR3_d1UfPWsCqHaKIMXDwMrunpfE_HPdLtRbU6yHiQu9eeaV_78E4oFvPkzn4c14Q/s320/IMG_20191202_133741.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
She's not much smaller than Buster. I see saddle training in her future.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeObYgaz7vGELACCfhfMHqQasaSjL1iIptvzsvvWPsXEDk_dbgGkH9ialvpHhqIXVC7o1Ecw3JP9OKBMdwBHpIi_WsjUB_lH5ok72hgFoH1a00Fg8AnMpesda9g5CfEwGSN7hpg/s1600/IMG_20191202_133745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeObYgaz7vGELACCfhfMHqQasaSjL1iIptvzsvvWPsXEDk_dbgGkH9ialvpHhqIXVC7o1Ecw3JP9OKBMdwBHpIi_WsjUB_lH5ok72hgFoH1a00Fg8AnMpesda9g5CfEwGSN7hpg/s320/IMG_20191202_133745.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
I absolutely need to find a lighter saddle. I weighed Buster's mule saddle without the heavy britchen and it's 38lbs! No wonder I threw my neck out the other day. Poor buster, he doesn't need to carry that. I'm having trouble finding a used cordura version of that saddle (or rather, I can find them, but getting people to communicate is near impossible). So I thought I'd try the grippy cinches from that saddle on my EZ Fit saddle and see if it would not roll when I mount up. It still rolled. My cinches were a bit loose though. Can you see what else is wrong? I didn't catch it until after I mounted up from the off side.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi76sWT0HvaT4hTh0fTGRMn70qVhXktXppQ6k-3Q-pZRibxSI5yQX244UaUJ4qzb1rpYW5ths4q9D4QAS3KrbR9iSW-yye4FNVx7J2df6C7GTcPresL6ArBk3nwgGlEW7_x3qf7Q/s1600/IMG_20191202_140846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi76sWT0HvaT4hTh0fTGRMn70qVhXktXppQ6k-3Q-pZRibxSI5yQX244UaUJ4qzb1rpYW5ths4q9D4QAS3KrbR9iSW-yye4FNVx7J2df6C7GTcPresL6ArBk3nwgGlEW7_x3qf7Q/s400/IMG_20191202_140846.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Buster was more mobile and adventurous than usual today but we still spend a lot of time just sitting here thinking.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lF1XYxBZVhe46FK8k5mcQ7isBittfwvrQC0dS6L4bofy1X7TwE-RljO-Bm6V7k59RameyrzqNMUozSwa8Sqptf-68O1I5oI0VvlHoqLqTvpzmcKzU_sl1zxo0N-TNf-TgaChnw/s1600/IMG_20191202_142032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lF1XYxBZVhe46FK8k5mcQ7isBittfwvrQC0dS6L4bofy1X7TwE-RljO-Bm6V7k59RameyrzqNMUozSwa8Sqptf-68O1I5oI0VvlHoqLqTvpzmcKzU_sl1zxo0N-TNf-TgaChnw/s400/IMG_20191202_142032.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Juniper seems to like standing on Sawyer's grave. Buster likes to move the dirt around there, too.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxv4-_Bau65x_M7iSKI4A4UeGdk41OUNEg60PAX_wi4L4R5gZ9-JpwZ0OsuSxaWQniMCtq5plCJSXwKT0KtOAcLYfWFoP5r2G-vU_QgYvc7pvy108uJN3vb1F_i_Xtlkr_24gQqA/s1600/IMG_20191202_142037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxv4-_Bau65x_M7iSKI4A4UeGdk41OUNEg60PAX_wi4L4R5gZ9-JpwZ0OsuSxaWQniMCtq5plCJSXwKT0KtOAcLYfWFoP5r2G-vU_QgYvc7pvy108uJN3vb1F_i_Xtlkr_24gQqA/s400/IMG_20191202_142037.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
The stuffed panels on the EZ Fit are moveable. This is the rear of the saddle, underneath. The panels were so close together at the back that those 2 white lines didn't quite show. I thought that was too close to the spine so I widened the gap a tad bit. We'll see if that makes a difference for his saddle slippage. I should also cinch up better next time. I don't want to have to cut him in half, but I could get my hand under both cinches today. I need to be able to mount from the ground. If I can make that happen, maybe we don't need a new mule saddle.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_a0Cjbg_eK7_8y62pPUY9DmsVlGbdkq6XGXmheEgiL2RxNYnmLyJfeRBtn8SacSNkyamJbZGOmyXtsi202_Qar6qmOEOcyq05CFIFy7XP42Pd1IzmtkFMeiFzqglXviZoIS53WQ/s1600/IMG_20191202_145355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_a0Cjbg_eK7_8y62pPUY9DmsVlGbdkq6XGXmheEgiL2RxNYnmLyJfeRBtn8SacSNkyamJbZGOmyXtsi202_Qar6qmOEOcyq05CFIFy7XP42Pd1IzmtkFMeiFzqglXviZoIS53WQ/s400/IMG_20191202_145355.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
In other news, we have meat rabbits! Three does and a buck. They're pretty cute. Rabbit is very tasty, and the processing doesn't have to be stressful.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduYD3_SLtwpMqDjj5ONtZ_zhiP-pstgpXpY9klsgRgYsO88GxsKq7WZu5NznLtRydL0x0CLVQLc9EOLqo39AeOfSxD5LMV0ZLGkZVF8hg86Pt5_sU8fFfiOGoxvmE1xorN4P_qg/s1600/IMG_20191201_101453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduYD3_SLtwpMqDjj5ONtZ_zhiP-pstgpXpY9klsgRgYsO88GxsKq7WZu5NznLtRydL0x0CLVQLc9EOLqo39AeOfSxD5LMV0ZLGkZVF8hg86Pt5_sU8fFfiOGoxvmE1xorN4P_qg/s320/IMG_20191201_101453.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBieT2oi0FLi8NqcRk-_y6-SxXeZ-3kprS0-3tQ2ejXvz-bzYO3XlEegwCF87VF2E2RlfZCVDGamS-EiOWs2sAnp8w1FHzQ6HJI4KRfbldRzVqz0nD5fJWzENKlwu_9FIQG7W9gg/s1600/IMG_20191201_101459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBieT2oi0FLi8NqcRk-_y6-SxXeZ-3kprS0-3tQ2ejXvz-bzYO3XlEegwCF87VF2E2RlfZCVDGamS-EiOWs2sAnp8w1FHzQ6HJI4KRfbldRzVqz0nD5fJWzENKlwu_9FIQG7W9gg/s320/IMG_20191201_101459.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqNsyZ4KJd0RjAQpbgUURdEwDn8UqKFug3aWKQj-i61ruTz59vgXM4vRgvO1b1ZrK5kXNPzImJ2Rt9YuMlR8IuuvQXsWrmXIyQOumW2gst8R0buh3HFO7YNrCv-uRolM8_0gJ_A/s1600/IMG_20191201_101512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqNsyZ4KJd0RjAQpbgUURdEwDn8UqKFug3aWKQj-i61ruTz59vgXM4vRgvO1b1ZrK5kXNPzImJ2Rt9YuMlR8IuuvQXsWrmXIyQOumW2gst8R0buh3HFO7YNrCv-uRolM8_0gJ_A/s320/IMG_20191201_101512.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxzzBYOflu2gLasQHb7N5536wG94x5VsaezEQmfqgw3W3N91ykwG4QiWFiuQQ9PEhyphenhyphenIIQ4gcm5Ph2N8a0xEP33yhTGI4W_Up3EIobtetPp_qrdhQO0ldEaADfRFkLlCC3-cYY_A/s1600/IMG_20191201_101548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxzzBYOflu2gLasQHb7N5536wG94x5VsaezEQmfqgw3W3N91ykwG4QiWFiuQQ9PEhyphenhyphenIIQ4gcm5Ph2N8a0xEP33yhTGI4W_Up3EIobtetPp_qrdhQO0ldEaADfRFkLlCC3-cYY_A/s320/IMG_20191201_101548.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
I'm not sure if I've mentioned my insulated, waterproof riding skirt. I love it! It's easy to put on and take off to do chores, lightweight, and I totally forget about it when I'm riding. Get yourself one!<br />
https://www.etsy.com/shop/HorseRelatedGifts?ref=search_shop_redirect<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeCIAbNRSb_8SzKNeVUrJaIfbJxx1aJgvT4CndSnw40tWf0GDgi9GKUptbQeyIST74oC4gu1IPyBwiuLRVFW3GqvJ6hfpkhyETBAi3rg2VjkyOk33Phyphenhypheni3VdSqHwYGlyUpRqz6w/s1600/received_348028282730014.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeCIAbNRSb_8SzKNeVUrJaIfbJxx1aJgvT4CndSnw40tWf0GDgi9GKUptbQeyIST74oC4gu1IPyBwiuLRVFW3GqvJ6hfpkhyETBAi3rg2VjkyOk33Phyphenhypheni3VdSqHwYGlyUpRqz6w/s400/received_348028282730014.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>
We went for a snowy ride the other day. I rode a friend's horse, Louvisa. It was nice not to have to haul anyone anywhere.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vx_zFh0ZkiqdFhj3JJPU5pouRoP-cLh7a_iPweMWcKauBWwaDrREbmBGotN5T4vKXSIPL7bJ4f4d9uS6191vilPulpjOpy57uZ5hgcoMpmliB7G3erQvdeHK_vhcCGoe3-1Myw/s1600/IMG_20191130_125400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vx_zFh0ZkiqdFhj3JJPU5pouRoP-cLh7a_iPweMWcKauBWwaDrREbmBGotN5T4vKXSIPL7bJ4f4d9uS6191vilPulpjOpy57uZ5hgcoMpmliB7G3erQvdeHK_vhcCGoe3-1Myw/s400/IMG_20191130_125400.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Lovely day.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhaQusB8JAI5nr-t3Z7kRF1Zo2lnirsGCjYwMMycLdT0QRel7mgn5LE1RpCR_IyU85twOCVbEOcUVAMzq5S7Dc308h3hzwk59LX6udOLxEeWmFszVaY_Rmsw_44NVDwiKRBdkaQ/s1600/IMG_20191130_124529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhaQusB8JAI5nr-t3Z7kRF1Zo2lnirsGCjYwMMycLdT0QRel7mgn5LE1RpCR_IyU85twOCVbEOcUVAMzq5S7Dc308h3hzwk59LX6udOLxEeWmFszVaY_Rmsw_44NVDwiKRBdkaQ/s400/IMG_20191130_124529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />Andrea -Mustang Sagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576342393431178404noreply@blogger.com1