I am very late and it is very tired. Har har. But I am going to write a dispatch, dang it. I have not slept in two days. We camped at Saddle Up, under the awning, Pete pitched a tent on Friday. He put the Thermarests in there but he did not blow them up. So Friday night I essentially slept on the ground, and not very well. Last night I figured out that he had not blown them up. I did not sleep any better but I was less sore today.
It was quite the day. I was up at 5:15 A.M. and busy until 8 a.m. when we rode out of camp – there were four of us, Judy, Sarah, and a young woman named Kewaunee. Kewaunee was doing the novice class – Pete had recommended that she join us.
She was extremely competent – very forthright, and as it turned out, a good rider. We put her out front after a bit – Raudi was moving more slowly – and it was evident to us that she was on a much faster horse. Of course, our horses, and especially Raudi, were tired from yesterday’s jaunt.
It was a good day’s ride – Hrimmi wears boots and she lost one when we waded through a very lengthy stream in a swamp. There was this young fellow who was on the shore, walking alongside the riders, offering instruction, and he managed to retrieve it. What we learned is that Renegades float.