Back
from Texas, with an empty corral, backpacking dreams are surfacing. Enough
that we headed out on foot
Steve, at least, wearing a pack. He carried
enough for both of us
70 pounds! Not one to do things halfway, he loaded
his pack with the weights off his dumbbells. I, on the other hand, footloose
and fancy free with no pack, was in the lead for a change.
The first trip we have in mind is somewhere down the coast near, say, Cambria. And what a coincidence it just happens to be near the sanctuary where Homer and Angel are!
The big news of the day is that Mrs. Pony gave birth (at last) to a healthy filly. As yet unnamed and tremendously cute, I used up a roll of film (plus another imaginary roll before discovering the camera wasn't loaded) on the two of them, finishing the roll off on the two boy ponies that Colleen is "desperately" seeking a foster placement for. I am considering it. The boys, Tony Pony and Peek-a-Boo, are half wild. I'm intrigued with the challenge of taming them enough that they can be caught, haltered, groomed, etc. I think I could make a big difference in the two months I could keep them. We'll see for now, back to cleaning house last • next
