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January 2, 2025

Love’s Sendero Part 5

We broke camp early, which didn’t take long, and Nigel saddled his mule while Sige and I got our packs readied. Nigel offered to let me ride with him on account of my shorter legs, but I declined and away… Continue reading
January 2, 2025

Love’s Sendero Part 4

At the top, we took a breath of good, clean air. Sige said, ‘They sure do stink when they die, don’t they Dusty?’ I was scanning the horizon and getting a bearing on where we were. I glanced at him… Continue reading