A Mule Wagon Wedding in the Sandhills of North Carolina
I, Bernie Harberts, did not use generative AI to write or illustrate this article. Spell check and grammar check, yes. AI, no.
How many different ways can you combine horses, mules, donkeys, wagons and carts? Last weekend, I attended the wedding of my friends Kenny and Myla Tyndal in the Sandhills of North Carolina. Talk about a whole lotta pine trees, crazy knots and ways to fix a wagon with a beer can.
About Kenny and Me
I met Kenny in 2004 as I was riding my mule Woody through Raeford, North Carolina on the way from Atlantic to Pacific Oceans. After that trip, I moved to Southern Pines, North Carolina, about half an hour from Kenny’s farm. We became friends and started driving wagons together. Kenny’s always been a hands-on kind of guy. Which is a friendly way of saying he can fix all the things you and he can break. He talks with a bit of a Lumbee brogue and if you ever ask him if something’s going to work out, he’ll say, “ill be a’ ‘ite” (which in Kenny-speak means, “It’ll be alright”).
The wedding ceremony was held on Friday night. Saturday morning, a bunch of Kenny’s friends showed up with wagons and mules to go for a ride through the Sandhills.
True to the spirit of Kenny, as soon as I hitched his mules to his wagon, he told me the grease cap, the thing that keeps sand out of the wheel bearings on his wagon, was missing. I cut a beer can in half and covered the bearing. Rooster, one of Kenny’s buddies, provided the duct tape to keep the can from falling off.
I haven’t known Myla quite as long as Kenny but know she’s a good match for him. She knows he’ll always be late, his truck will always need work, but if she needs him, he’ll be right there. If his truck is working. He knows she’ll always be there for him. She’s also the taskmaster he needs to keep him on course when he starts shaving too many corners. I’ve been around them enough to know they really love each other.
The Sandhills
The wedding took place at the Hoffman Field Trial barn in the Sandhills of North Carolina. The Sandhills is a 15 to 30-mile-wide region of rolling sand dunes in the southern part of North Carolina.
The dunes are made of sand that blew in from 6,000 to 75,000 years ago. They are home to large stands of longleaf pine, wiregrass and rare birds such as the endangered red-cockaded woodpecker. The area has always relied on fire to keep the landscape open. After years of not letting the land burn, attempts are now being made to burn the land regularly so the landscape can go back to the giant forested savannah that once occupied this area.
It’s long been one of my favorite places to drive wagons.
Wagoneering in the Sandhills
The great thing about the Sandhills is that a lot of the land is owned by the North Carolina Wildlife Resources Commission, or NCWRC. The NCWRC owns over 2 million acres of land in North Carolina. Most of that land is open to the public to hike, fish, hunt and camp on. What makes the Sandhills so great for wagon driving is that it’s full of sandy roads that run straight for miles across the rolling land. You couldn’t ask for a better place if you get into a mule runaway. Just keep your mule pointed straight up the road and “ill be a’ ‘ite”, to quote Kenny.
Many of Kenny’s guests drive wagons or ride horses so the wedding was more of a wagon train than a country club affair. There were big wagons pulled by big mules and little carts pulled by ponies. There was even a little cart pulled by a little donkey. The thing I enjoyed most was visiting with folks and checking out all the different rigs people were driving. It really shows what all kinds of gear you can make work. Here are some photos I thought you’d enjoy.
Some Wedding Photos
Of course, I should throw in some photos of Kenny and Myla’s wedding. These should give you a good idea of how folks get hitched in the Sandhills of North Carolina.
It sure was fun catching up with you Swamp Dawg, Greg, Mad Max, Wendy, Victor, Jackie, Jamie, Rooster, Shelby and everyone else. Kenny and Myla, I’m honored you asked me to hold your wedding rings during the ceremony. I wish you all the best in your new life together.
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- mule rambles here in North Carolina.
- horse and mule life on the homestead.
- stories from the Splinters pile.
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Lovely event!
First time I have ever encountered a conveyance pushed ahead of an equine. I won’t state the obvious about putting something in front of something else, but its interesting to ponder that a mule pushes into his trace, just the same. What would be the advantage of having the gear in front of the animal, I wonder?
This is one of the only times I’ve seen the “mule pushes the cart” arrangements. I think it’s just to give the person in the cart a clear shot at the quail out the front of the cart. The push/pull thing is interesting, though, because, if you think about it, when a mule “pulls” a wagon it’s the same as “pushing” it with its shoulders. This could have made for some lively discussion among the wedding party but most of us were too busy having our cake-fed butts pulled/pushed by our mules. Great comment! Bernie