The Barb Wire - In the Night Farm
All right, all right -- I'll write, I'll write! You guys crack me up with your comments.
But I'm warning you, it's like I told Ironman shortly after dismounting on Day 5: I have no story to tell. No one kicked or bucked or ran away or fell off or won or got lost or came up lame. It was just a plain, old, marvelous, enchanting, exhilarating ride.
Why are you all still here?
Oh yes. The question of the 50. Well.
"What are you doing today," Ironman asked for the benefit of his video camera, aiming the viewfinder at me and Consolation as we strolled toward the starting line.
"We're doing the fifty." I said. "At least, we're going to try. You never know what will happen."
Consolation certainly thought she knew. Milling among the other horses, she quivered with controlled excitement. When the trail opened and we all took off like a herd of turtles, walking along the gravel road and the steep hill we'd climbed at the beginning of Day 1, she pranced along at the back of the pack. It's only 30 miles, Mom. Let's go!
You don't know what you're in for, little lady.