Day 19Miles 0My glasses smashed all crookedy against my eye when Bosco whacked me in the face. But at least I was sparkly clean.It was bitterly cold, and my quilt sleeping bag didn’t cut the mustard. I woke up with my back side all cold and moved the quilt around Read more…
Jennie had a dream. I said. She had a dream that we had a sweet goat named Oatcake. Wyatt’s brown and white. Sophie said. Maybe his name is Oatcake! We laughed and laughed and loved it and decided to try it out. We were both dressed in our hiking dresses Read more…
He screamed his face off and just about pulled the fence post out of the ground. Wyatt, you’re okay buddy, I told him while I saddled up Jon Snow. Wyatt leaped around and broke his collar trying to get back into the paddock with Bosco and Sharkey. I fixed his Read more…
So I picked up Melissa and we talked goats and caught up while we drove to Mom’s house. I’d only seen her a few times since high school but she and Renee were going to join us to hike the Tahoe Rim Trail with the goat-eo gang. We saddled up Read more…
“Here. You be the horse.” She said. So I was the horse and she was the person, and she tied me to the barn door. “Now you try.” So I did and I got the knot right and I learned a new skill. I’d posted on Facebook looking for a Read more…