I had a brilliant post in mind for today, unfortunately, one needs a full roster of brain cells and some time…out of luck on both accounts. Anyway, I was thinking about vacations and remembered the one Gramps and I took to the Grand Canyon in Arizona a few years ago. It was March, the weather on the rim was miserably cold and windy, the top mile of the trail was solid ice, and my mule’s name was Jezebel–a clue to her personality. It was wonderful. The best vacation experience ever, hands down.
Next week, I might posit the question, “Why in the world did that guy on our mule string spend the entire day texting?”, but for now, I’ll leave with the news that my nephew sold me his horse and I’m SO excited.
Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy these youngsters of Dave’s Highway singing No Not One. (Thanks daughter-in-law for posting on your Facebook page.)[youtube.com/watch?v=Cs1623xLAmQ]
*These artists don’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just think they’re amazing.