Lost Sea Expedition
Growing up, one of my favorite pictures in my parent’s house was a photo of a man cultivating tobacco behind his mule.
(One of) the photos that got me thinking run-away thoughts as a kid (Photo by Jack Jeffers 12/4/74)
That old man was slim as a tobacco stake and the great old mule he walked behind had a notch missing from its ear. The man’s cultivator was one of those old wooden ones that relied on river rocks to… Continue reading
The big news is I have a wagon. Sort of.
I can thank Mike Walker for that.
“Good luck, Bo!” were Mike’s parting words (Mike and Pam Walker, outside Virgilina, VA)
Mike’s the guy that sold me mule Woody for my trip across America. I ran into him recently at Benson Mule days, and when I told him I was in the market for a wagon he said “Bo, I’ve got just the wagon for you. It’s gonna run you… Continue reading
Welcome back everyone!
Ok, so I’ve been off-line for the past few months catching my breath from Woody and Maggie’s cross-country ride. I might as well fess up right now.
I’m running away again.
This time I’m thinking mule team and wagon; start in North Dakota and just head South. No time frame, no route, just start after the snow melts and head toward the Gulf Coast.
Bob Sundown put it into my head.
Bob Sundown and dog Skeeter: The… Continue reading