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As I rode Woody and Maggie across America, I wrote a series of articles for RiverEarth and various newspapers.
There was only one problem.
I couldn’t carry a computer in my saddlebag because it weighed too much.
Enter libraries. They had public computers and Internet access. But what would I do with my mounts as I filed my stories?
Bringing them inside was out. I’d tried that at Gaskill’s Hardware Store in Beaufort and when Woody wasn’t eying the peanuts,… Continue reading
I hear it all the time. “If you call it MuleCam, where are the mules?”
The answer’s simple. I don’t have any right now – well, not any I’d trust to pull my wagon.
What about Woody?
It occurred to me that since he’d had already walked across America, he’d probably make a fine wagon-pulling mule. And he jumped too. That showed flexibility.
Woody the showjumping mule
In a moment of enthusiasm, I draped an old harness on him,… Continue reading
MuleCam is visiting the Blue Bottle Garden in Oriental, NC this week.
Also, RiverEarth has released a two-minute clip of the “65 Days Alone at Sea” DVD (available in the RiverEarth General Store).
Here is a two minute sample.
This week I’m visiting Oriental, NC ,where I began my circumnavigation aboard Sea Bird – and my mule trip across America.
Coast-to-coast mule trip departure – Oriental, NC, March 2004, Melinda Penkava photo
But no, this time I’m not here to go sailing, muleing or dragon hunting.
Nope, this time I’m here to attend Tennessee Ronnie’s annual block party barbecue.
I caught up with Ronnie this morning as he was inspecting the grill on his pig cooker.
Ronnie checking for… Continue reading
I recently returned to Oriental after a five-day shake down cruise in my new vessel.
Bill wonders… (Susan Edwards photo)
Now in the old days when I returned from a sailing trip I liked to brag a bit about how many miles I’d gone. “Oh yeah.” I liked to let slip once Sea Bird was snuggly moored and I invariably stretched the number of sea miles it was to Bath or Beaufort.
“30 nautical miles” I’d hear in my head… Continue reading
The Red Hat and Flashing Antler Club: Jack, Joanie and Bill
I never realized how enormous Jack and Bill’s ears were until I snapped a pair of flashing red velvet reindeer antlers behind them. It was a pretty good fake rake, a six-pointer with a thirteen inch spread if I’d been scoring them through a rifle scope. But that’s not what impressed me.
No, what struck me was that even with those enormous Yule appendages, Jack and Bill plodded on… Continue reading