He did Raudi’s runway in record time, way faster than Raudi ever did it. It was a miracle that I stayed put. He stopped at the Murphy Road trailhead. I, badly shaken, got off and walked back with Tinni to Jawbone, hoping to talk to the hunter. I explained that these were the only trails I had, but the hunter retorted by saying they were the only trails he had. I was starting to tell him that he could cover more ground on foot than I can on horseback, but Tinni then took off again. I followed him back to the trailhead.
There were now 4 or 5 vehicles with trailers in the pull off area, and bow hunters getting ready to go out. This was at 10 p.m.
What to do? I am grateful to be living here. We have created a little Shangri la here, this after many, many years of hard work. However, I can’t live where I can’t ride safely. I will winter over here, then in the spring of next year, border crossing permitted, head to the Lower 48 and do a lengthy horse trek. Maybe a new place to live will materialize.
There is just one thing holding me back and that’s my concerns about Tinni. No one would take as good of care of him as me – so to leave him in the hands of someone else would be a form of betrayal. And as I realized tonight (the good thing) is that he is still very strong and in excellent shape.
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