1. The dishes.
2. Climb a big hill...
3. ...and do Zorro impressions.
4. Or, visit a ghost town...
5. ...with a white church...
(a very photogenic white church)
6. ...and an old outhouse. Sorry -- tours by appointment only.
7. Start your Christmas shopping.
8. Or play in an old loading chute.
9. Back at camp, pour a bit of whiskey. Play cribbage. And ponder the familiar question: Should we ride the 50 tomorrow? It's our last chance! Shall we try it? Ponder...
10. ...and, finally, reach a decision.
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9 comments:
Ha! You tease!
LOL That was special for you, Jackie! ;)
Sounds like so much fun! If you lived closer, I'd tag along as your right hand girl....how was the ghost town? I love visiting those kinds of places.
Fun post and great photos...that church was very photogenic! So, when do we get the rest of the story?
I have never seen a sign like that last photo. That is something else! I agree with Jackie - just hang that carrot out there! :)
I've been reading through your blog. You have a knack for telling the story. I had stumbled across your blog when you had the accident with the dog & must have missed it on my bookmarks & enjoyed catching up.
I've enjoyed the last few entries of your recent rides. What an accomplishment. Congrats!
Very kind & touching post about your friend's mare.
Anxious to read the rest of the story. Won't forget the bookmark now.
Well? Don't make us wait too long!
Can't wait to hear how she did in the 50...she has definitely earned her chance to try.
Oh GEEZ!! The anticipation, the wondering, the anxiety . . . did you??? Did you?
Do you now have your own personal Idaho hovercraft or not?? C'mon Tam! Fess!
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