I've lived a pretty sheltered life. Started out in the central valley, then moved over to the coast to escape the heat. One thing I hadn't experienced in all my years is high altitude.
That all changed a few weeks ago when we packed everything up and headed for the mountains. I was a little nervous; would our little truck make over the pass; Could I survive on less oxygen; Do they have hay in the mountains!
After a long haul we found ourselves in a nice little paddock in the forests of Richardson Stables in South Lake Tahoe. The pine air was invigorating, and most importantly, they had hay.
Don't ask me what the dude sitting on my back is doing.
We drank from some pretty sweet creeks.
We rode through the Angora Fire burn area.
A boy named Gabriel brushed me and we went for a ride. I forgot he was on my back and and had a roll. He fell off but was ok. Did I apologize for that? Sorry Gabriel!
A girl named Bridget rode me over a log. That was just after I dumped her on the trail ; well actually I just kinda forgot she was sitting on my back; also the general was way ahead and I wanted to catch up.
I'm a hippopotamouse.
This is my eye up close. Thin air must be getting to my head.
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