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This dark cold rainy day reflected what happened on a day that had been filled with the hope for the future.

A Challenge

All my adult life I've been into challenges that would include endurance.

In college, I was on the first ever Cross Country team that school had. I tried out and got a spot on the team. Back then you couldn't buy women's running shoes. I was wearing canvas deck shoes for my try out.
I eventually got a pair of boys size 6 leather Adidas. They were heavy, and ugly but they were running shoes.

In my 20's I enjoyed 5 and 10K's. I tried a half marathon 13.1 miles, but didn't enjoy it much. I think I was trying too hard and the temperatures at that race were surprisingly hot.

I turned to bicycling in my 30's. I could bike to work, I could bike on the trails close by. Eventually, my sister and I did a 48 hour trip on our bikes. We traveled 140 miles in two days. We crossed off another adventure.

For a while I didn't do anything in the distance arena until I moved to where I currently live. I met a lady who did Endurance Riding on her Arab. I joined her on my mule named Badger. He loved it. We rode 25 mile rides. We never 'won' anything. It wasn't a 'race'. It was all about getting from point A to B with an animal in excellent shape.

When I lost Badger, I took up casual hiking. Nothing intense, nothing tough, and mostly just walking along the woods and county parks with my dog looking for scenery.

In January of 2018 I decided to try the Kickapoo Valley Trail Challenge. Hikers could get a list of all the trails at the Reserve and hike each one, marking them off. The Challenge was to finish all 68+ miles in one year. That got sidetracked but I finally accomplished that goal in 2022. It involved many short hikes but I learned all of the trails in the 8,900 acre Reserve. 

Since then, I've done fun hiking. When I go with Charlie we just move along at his pace. I stop often to look at things and just dawdle along if I feel like it.

I did a route that is used for the Tromp and Chomp when I turned 65. I enjoyed that long distance hike so much, that I do it every year to celebrate my birthday now.

I recently saw a cool challenge called the Mammoth March Wisconsin ~ It offers a hike challenge of 20 or 30 miles in one day.  It is a registered event and you get goodies for doing it. However, it is 3 hours away from where I live and I'd need coverage at home.

The state of Wisconsin also has the Ice Age Trail. That is something I'd love to do...at least portions of it. Unfortunately I can't spend that kind of time away from home. I'd be travelling all over the state to do segments.

When I visited my son, his wife, and Rory, we hiked part of the Ice Age Trail. Those guys are doing  monthly hiking challenges on the Ice Age Trail.  Of course, that got me thinking.

Why not set up an unofficial challenge for myself? Why not see if I can match that 20 miler? Is it even possible for an old 'fart' to do that?

So I sat down and got my map of KVR out, marked the trails out with mileage from their information and created what I thought was a 10 mile loop.

I figured that on the rough terrain, Charlie and I usually do about 25 to 30 minutes a mile. In my estimate, that would take me 4 hours give or take.

Our usual long hikes together are at least 6 miles. I figured 10 would be a cool goal. IF I could do 6, I could do 10, if I could do 10 I could shoot for 15. Well, you see the pattern, right?

I misjudged the mileage or the GPS did. No matter. Below is a screen capture of my Saturday hike.

 I did not take Charlie. I wanted to hike steady without all the breaks that we take together. Plus I didn't want to carry him as I usually do. 

I thought this would be a good indicator of my abilities. 

Things I learned. I could walk/hike hard for over 3 hours. I picked the right shoes for it too. My Trail Runners provided my feet with better support than my hiking boots. My backpack sucks. SUCKS. Really sucks. [It is a cheap backpack from Wally world]. 

I can hike fast! For a few of the miles, I maintained 15 minute miles!

The average time overall that included 3 stops to talk to people who asked me questions -- and pee breaks [yes, that happens!] was doing

18 minutes a mile.

I routed my hike so that the first 8 miles were the rough stuff. The up and down hills, over rocks, roots, and stumps stuff. The last 2.5 miles was along a paved bike/walking trail.

My body appreciated that.

I told hubby that my feet got tender at 8 miles. At 9 I wondered about my sanity. At 9.5 they stopped hurting. No, they didn't go numb. They just stopped hurting. At 10 miles I thought, okay...I should be finished.

I wasn't. I had nearly another mile and a half to get to my car. But I felt energized and confident and quite frankly, a bit full of myself.

I did a Thing! I did a self Challenge!

And, I was not sore on Sunday morning!

Some pictures. I didn't take too many.

Kickapoo River Bridge 15

Mile 5 looking out across the Valley from 
Hanson Rock Trail.

Mile 9 looking back at Hanson Rock trail from the valley!

The pink arrow below shows you where I was on the Ridge.

Just cool trails near Hanson Rock Ridge.

And....mini me....

Happy Trails!

Time for some imagination...

Her is Valda. She now appears as a key player in the Princess Sara Quest.

How is she going to fit in? 
I love making stuff up.

I may have mentioned this before but there was a time when my kids were little that we 'made up' bed time stories once in a while.

I usually started it with something like: Once upon a time there was a little boy who became a Prince and he lived in a castle. But he didn't know he was a Prince, he thought he was just a common person. 

So the story would go on for a bit and then the next night I would ask one of the boys to add to the story.

My older son would add wonderful bits and pieces to the story and expand on the characters and scenery. It was great fun.

And...then sometimes my youngest would  add great ideas to the story....OR...
do something diabolical. "...the young Prince then gathered monsters together and beheaded everyone in the castle. Theeee End." Of course he'd smile sweetly and pull his blanket up. 

Theee End.

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So Valda, who are you? At first I couldn't decide who she was or how she fit into the Princess Sara Quest. 
Who is Valda?
Valda is from a Germanic name meaning: Renowned Ruler, Power, Authority.
I admit, she looks pretty tough.

Valda is one of the Wild Ones. Obviously, she has no fear and rides a dragon and at other times rides a Thestral.

I googled for a name meaning 'powerful leader' and got Valda as a choice.

Someone over on Flickr....AC...suggested that Valda was .. um.. me? You know, maybe he was right? Valda is a Wild One, a Warrior, and she gets things done. I can see that! [the name Val-da...who would've thunk it???]

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Back to the Princess Sara journey...

The Frog finally caught up to Princess Sara and delivered her more news regarding her Quest.

A true Princess always accepts things that happen to her with grace and Sara has done this time and time again.

Princess Sara seeks out the Little People of the Forest to hear about the Dragon's Plight and the Stolen Egg. In her pure heart, knows that this is part of her quest.

The Little People of the Forest travel to seek help from the Wild Ones. They meet Valda and explain the  situation. 

Valda agrees to help. After all she would never turn down an offer enter into a conflagration. She is an avid lover of the Dragons and would do anything to help them.

Her Dragons wait behind her patiently.

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Just for fun I thought that my Wild Ones and Forest People needed something other than Lego bricks to be their homes. It all started with a couple of pieces of broken birch branches and cardboard. 

This project is not my first stick build. I've done it before and had great fun creating something out of items that I had on hand.

With the help of a glue gun and some moss, I was able to create modular pieces to use in different ways.

Cardboard, sticks, glue, and moss. Easy, free, fun.

It is easier and less expensive than trying to buy bricks to make 'scenes'. If I break a stick I can replace it easily. I made the pieces in sections so I can build and rebuild in different ways.

Other adults do wonderful crafts and hobbies for entertainment. I go for the Adult Play.

Adult play boosts creativity, helps with a sense of humor, and is a major player in reducing stress. When my mind is on creating a make believe story through 'toys', my mind is not consumed by my Caregiving duties.

I can do both things at the same time. I can create play while in the house giving care. It is a welcome relief to drop into a world of imagination for just a bit.

Pondering....

What if I had a sit down conversation with a Farmer about Abortion? How would it go? Depends on the person's ideology of course.
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You're a Dairy Farmer correct?

Yes I am.

Let me ask you another question. Do you believe in womens' health rights?

If you are asking about abortion, women should not have them. That's just not right.

So let me ask you this. What happens when one of your cows freshens too early? And she can't get the calf out?

Um. Whaddya mean?

Well, I mean she is calving but the calf has died inside and she is pushing and can't get the calf out? 

I try and pull the calf out because if I leave it in there, she'll die. If I can't get it out, I call the Vet. He's got medicine to help her get the calf out.

Wait. So you will abort your cow to save her life even before she goes down? Right?

Well. It isn't abortion really. 

Wait. It isn't? I mean if you can't get the calf out, what happens? The calf starts to rot and she dies pretty quickly right? 

Yep and then I'm outta a lotta money.

You bet you are, so you take the calf instead of waiting to see if she'll deliver it on her own.

Yep, I'd be crazy to throw away a good milk cow's life for a calf that was killing her.

So you abort her pregnancy.

No, I am saving her life.

Yes you are! Then why is it so different for human women? Shouldn't we save them from dying too? Shouldn't they get the same kind of care you give your dairy cows?

Jeesus. When you say it like that....

So we pass a law saying you can never pull a calf from a cow EVER for any reason unless she is down on the ground and near death. You and the Vet have to wait until she is gasping for her last breath before you try and save her.

I'd lose a lot of money. My farm would go belly up. You know how often that happens?

I do! I've worked on a Dairy Farm.

That kinda ain't fair. You are comparing a woman to a cow.

Oh. I guess I am to make a point. So you are saying a cow's life is more important than a woman? 

No, no .. no...

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Some guys can't understand women's health and what the issue is, right? It is straightforward. Pregnancy happens and a baby comes 9 months later.

Unless it doesn't.

How can animals have more rights for their health during a pregnancy than women?

October ...

Say goodbye to October.

The colors were incredible, the weather was quite beautiful but awfully dry. It was really a month to celebrate fall.

My camera was busy.

I hiked around our farm and sought out trails.

I enjoyed the beauty of golds, reds, and the colors of October skies. 

I watched wild life while leaning up against an ancient old oak. 

I listened to the birds chatter as they migrated through, stopping to rest in the yard and meadows.

I chuckled at the squirrels who scolded me from the Hickory trees.

I often sat quietly on the porch or a log in the woods, just to live in the moment.

and now we move on to the next chapter....

November....

Happy Halloween!

I didn't do any decorating this year for Halloween as generally no one comes to our place. The Gargoyle was a new photo I did yesterday when the storms moved in. 

The rest below are from years past.

When I decorated the woods out back with creepy ghosts and Twana Stick figures...

Happy Halloween if you celebrate it. 

The Meadow

There is a chill in the meadow that echoes my thoughts.

The frost lays heavy and hard across the land.

I wait while leaning against an old oak.

Watching.

A murder of crows breaks the morning quiet.

I wonder what set them off.

They circle in the east and fly off over the silver meadow.

I wait.

Eventually they come one by one out of the forest.

Searching silently.

Morning breaks and they disappear back into the brush.

The day begins.