Relative Something

We ride from Pipestone to Slayton today. Will the wind be at our backs? Have the thunderstorms missed us all week? These are the thoughts that run through my mind in the week before I depart. Memories are still fresh of the year our group got pinned down in a tiny convenience store, waiting out a severe storm that poured down copious amounts of rain that never seemed to quit. Many of us gave up after a couple of hours of killing time there and made a mad dash that turned out being well before the pouring rain and lighting strikes were over. Oops.

I also wonder how Cyndie is doing with the horses and Delilah, and all the chores associated. Is the week feeling long for me at this point, or will it have whipped by in a blink? I’ll write all about it here when I return next week.

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