You never know who you’ll meet in the produce aisle…
This ia a review of how my Queen Valley Mule Ranch (QVM) Trail Lite saddle performed when I rode it 7 months and 2,300 miles from North Carolina to Idaho.
I may be calling… Continue reading
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
Sold Sold Sold: Enjoy your new trailer Etienne and Hahna!
How do you haul a horse and wagon in a single load? With a trailer that can do both. I’ve owned and enjoyed one of these rare trailers for 15 years. It’s served me incredibly well. This week I’m putting it up for sale.
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.
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.