Siblings don’t usually live together on a 23 foot open boat. In winter. During a pandemic. But that’s what I recently wrote a story about for TownDock.net.
I’ve written a lot for them over the years, from a fifty-foot cruiser with pizza pan portholes to a sticky-fingered Frenchman on a boat called Primadonna. You can read the most recent story right here.
Howdy Sunday. Julia and I woke to a light snowfall this morning. By noon, temps were in the mid-forties and it was all melting away. Here are few pics I thought you’d enjoy.
My borrowed look for the day. I’m thinking of growing my beard out to match.
How do you adjust a pair of new hoof boots?
In today’s post, I’ll show you how I’m adjusting a pair of hoof boots to fit my wife’s pony Pie. To get you up to speed, here are the first two parts in this three part series.Continue reading
“This is where I most proudly live, in the little cabin under the big night sky.” That’s what Julia wrote after I took the photo above of our cabin on a recent wintry night. You can read the rest of Julia’s beautiful musings over here on her ConsideringAnimals.com blog post.
We clipped her nails and pulled her shoes. In my recent post “Off With Her Shoes” I wrote about how my wife Julia and I are transitioning her pony Pie from steel shoes to bare feet. In this update, I’ll show you how we trimmed and measured Pie’s feet for hoof boots. But first, to recap, a few pics of Pie having her shoes removed.
Mules Brick and Cracker are doing their best to distract me from book writing. This afternoon I was writing the second draft of traveling across Wyoming with my mules on the way to Idaho. A thudding brought me to the window. Brick and Cracker were wrestling just off the front porch.
Tonight I’m putting together photos of a completely different nature –… Continue reading
This weekend my wife Julia and I pulled the steel horse shoes on her pony Pie’s front feet. From here on out, she’ll go barefoot. For extra protection Pie might need on rocky trails or abrasive surfaces like asphalt, we’ll slap on a pair of hoof boots.
Today protestors stormed the Capitol Building. I see images of bearded men waving flags and clubs and security forces with guns drawn. I am heartbroken.
I have walked to the four borders of my beloved United States with my mules, from Atlantic to Pacific Oceans and from Canada to Mexico. I was helped out by hundreds of people whose political views I agreed with and just as many that I did not.
A bit over a year ago, I finished riding mules Brick and Cracker from North Carolina to Idaho. I’m now about 90% through the second draft of the book about that trek.
A bit over a year ago, the snow jammed between my saddle horn and zipper flew free as I climbed down from… Continue reading