Catch up here...

 

For those who don't follow my  'The Long Road' blog which covers a totally different subject than what is found here I am taking a break from a lot of my fun exploring and photography fun.

Rich entered Hospice Care in March of this year and we've had one heck of a good summer fulfilling his Hospice Wish List. You've read often about Steve, Rich's fishing pal who has made weekly adventures possible for Rich and I.

Things changed over the Labor Day weekend and Rich took a huge down turn. Let's just say that my time outdoors has come to a screeching halt as I tend to hubby. He was placed on the 'Active Dying List'. We had a short 24 hr rebound and now are going through the rest of the process.

So I will be absent here for a bit, but filling in updates over 'there'. Writing about an experience has always been a cathartic exercise for me. It is no different for what is going on now. 

Things are quiet and peaceful here. 

The photo above was taken about 10 years ago with hubby riding out on a bluff with our mule Fred in the Spring when we were 'shed' hunting.

I'll leave it at that.

Mica

 1998-2024

Mica

She was gentle as all get out and a had speed and stamina. She could sit and spin out from underneath you if you didn't know what you were doing. [A reining fool!]

But most of all her talents were her temperament and willingness to go anywhere and do anything with grace and confidence.

For most of her life, she was my husband's mule. Though I did ride her in the last few years. It is odd that since she was our only grey mule, the other gals ostracized her often.

We will miss you Mica with your coarse mix of braying and whinnies in the mornings and your gentle demeanor.

Run those rich pastures with Fred, Badger, and Cheyanne, I know they are waiting for you over that bridge.