Waiting

I would really prefer to be sleeping at the minute, but I was up at six this morning without sore muscles to speak of —surprisingly; see below— and now with a horse down in the pasture, I may be up for a few more. I know it is her time, but she's kept comfortable for now and well attended to.

This Saturday was the Adventure Race at Camp Eagle. I'll spare you the sweaty detail, but in seven and a half hours, our team mountain biked, kayaked, mountain scootered, rappelled, portaged, caved, ate meal worms, held hands, trekked, orienteered, ran, climbed, Sherpa walked, bushwacked, and got slightly lost. It was thoroughly worth it and I hope I get a chance to do another one.

And in about a month.. Should be driving up to Dallas to get the rescue filly. More detail again later, but it'll be a big day.