Happy Trails

Beautiful, gorgeous day. Low humidity, cooler by 20 degrees. Wow, what a difference 12 hours makes! We left the house around 10, putting Max in the crate for the duration.

When we were leaving the parking lot we literally ran into a neighbor. He was pulling into a space right behind Skip's legs. Turns out he owns the local Wine tasting venue up the road from us. He had the enormous Oak tree on the side of the road that was blown down by the tornado that came through a couple years ago. Sad to see that tree go, it was huge.

He was telling us about the upcoming plans for the farm, his solar panels, and claimed to have caught one of our ponies on the roadway and returned it to the paddock. I didn't want to call him a liar, but if he caught one pony, he would have to catch the other. They are a set. I believe he has the farms mixed up, and it seems that everyone, except him, has a green-roofed barn.

Max was not happy in the crate. He knocked Irene's carrier onto the floor, pulled the backpack through the wire mesh and shredded the straps and fasteners. Irene really liked resting on that backpack. It took a serious beating. Freedom once tasted becomes a right.