There may be no mules to pull it, but the Lost Sea Expedition wagon is set to appear in Saturday’s Croaker Festival Parade in Oriental, NC.
Keith Smith agreed to provide his Wizard lawn mower for locomotion.
Gee! (that means right in mulespeak)
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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
Now before you say “Awww man!” like I do when Woody sticks his leg through Maggie’s cart and busts the wheels, remember this – mule and boat travel is fraught with delay.
Your basic “Awwwwww man!” moment – Fairbank, AZ
When you count on wind and hooves for locomotion, as I often do, travel times get skewed. A few years ago, old man Neptune took a bashing to my boat and I spent a year and half in New Zealand… Continue reading
As you know, I like to have themes when I travel. Lost Sea. 65 Days Alone. Litter by State. Budweiser vs. Keystone. Moonshine and Voodoo dolls…
Voodoo doll in anonymous hand – Slab City, CA
Ok, so I haven’t told you about the voodoo dolls. Let’s just say people show you the neatest things when you travel by mule.
But let’s get back to the theme for the next trip.
First and foremost, I’ll be investigating the Lost Sea, the… 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
So I drove my mule team from Oriental to Aurora and smack on the corner of Fourth and Main I found a shark tooth.
Ok, let me back up the plot a little. First let me explain how downtown Aurora is laid out.
Main Street runs down the middle of it. On one side of Main Street is the Aurora Fossil Musuem. On the other is what they call the fossil heap.
Debbie Richardson and Richard Olsen of… Continue reading
“Where do we sleep tonight?”
That’s Question Number One every time I strike out on a mule or a boat.
From Oriental Jack and Bill and I struck off toward Bayboro. 22,696 steps later we pulled up in front of a massive anchor on the Bayboro waterfront.
Bill: “I don’t have another step in me.”
Jack: “I know. Feels like we’ve done our twenty-thousand for the day. Let’s anchor here tonight…” – Bayboro, NC
Norm Czuchra and Candace Young of… Continue reading