It's T-36 hours-ish until Ecuador Adventure 2010 begins! Which means Flying Solo will be, uh, not so flying for a whole week.
I could be like a real blogger & write several posts & then set them on timers so it looks like I'm really blogging. But let's face it, ain't gonna happen.
I'm checking & re-checking the passport, looking up the weather for Otavalo (where the ride starts) for the 37th time -- like Weather Underground will accurately be able to predict equatorial weather at 10,000 feet above sea level. *snort*
I'll have two enormous memory cards in the camera, so if the gods are kind, I hope to have many exciting things to show you when I get back. I left Solo in good hands, although I shall miss him TERRIBLY & I will be wishing every step that I was riding him instead. The bad part about owning your own horse is that other horses then never quite measure up....
Everyone stay out of trouble until mid-September, at which point I expect you will all have new & exciting horse tales to share that I missed out on! Till then, get out there, hug a pony, & enjoy the music of hoofbeats on dirt; there is surely no better note in the symphony of days.
I could be like a real blogger & write several posts & then set them on timers so it looks like I'm really blogging. But let's face it, ain't gonna happen.
I'm checking & re-checking the passport, looking up the weather for Otavalo (where the ride starts) for the 37th time -- like Weather Underground will accurately be able to predict equatorial weather at 10,000 feet above sea level. *snort*
I'll have two enormous memory cards in the camera, so if the gods are kind, I hope to have many exciting things to show you when I get back. I left Solo in good hands, although I shall miss him TERRIBLY & I will be wishing every step that I was riding him instead. The bad part about owning your own horse is that other horses then never quite measure up....
Everyone stay out of trouble until mid-September, at which point I expect you will all have new & exciting horse tales to share that I missed out on! Till then, get out there, hug a pony, & enjoy the music of hoofbeats on dirt; there is surely no better note in the symphony of days.