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.
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
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.
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.
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.
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.
Monday, March 15, 2021
Saturday, March 13, 2021
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.
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."
Thursday, March 11, 2021
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.
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.