Chillin in Sonora

Made it to my good friend Janna's place.  She lives in the woods outside Sonora, about 150 miles from Yosemite.  I arrived after dark, and we unloaded the horses into her yard, which happens to have a nice sturdy fence.   The horses were well behaved, walking carefully over the deck in their EPONASHOES.  It was fun to look off the deck and see the herd grazing the grass in her front yard.

We cleaned up the next morning and loaded the horses in the trailer.  They stood there eating alfalfa cubes and crimped oats while we began our juice fast inside.  Once the delicious drinks were consumed, Janna headed off for a few chores in town, and I drove through the neighborhood, where I located the stable down the street.  Penny, the awesome manager, cut me a pretty good deal, and the tribe was unloaded into another new location.  They seem to be getting used to and even enjoying all the changes I put them through.  This time they have a little green grass under their hooves and a huge spreading oak above their heads.  They settled in right away and began to roll in the leaves.  All is well, and everyone is healthy.

We were planning to ride today, but ran out of time, and now I hear the weather is going to be bad tomorrow, with possible snow expected.  Clearly, I need to head south very soon for another month or so.

I continue with my hip pain and continue to focus on healing with a daily yoga practice (twice a day), fasting, and I guess I need to find another chiropractor.  But it slowly gets better....

I'm still hoping to ride Yosemite in the next couple of days, but most of it is buried in snow, and sounds like more is on the way.

Another Juice Fast?

Zak, Jesse, and I in Golden Gate Park

After almost a month of concerted effort, I am finally mostly pain free, ready to move on, and start riding.

It's all about the psoas muscle, and stretching it so it doesn't tense up and pull things out of wack.  But this pain has moved me to a new place of healing in my life.  I now am eating better, have a twice daily yoga practice, and am looking forward to long rides in beautiful places.  

I head toward Sonora and Yosemite valley tomorrow, after a nice long holiday in the Bay area and Sacramento.  I had a lot of fun with friends and family, but I'm looking forward to moving on, and finally doing some serious riding!

My old buddy Janna lives in Sonora, and she and I are planning a juice fast for the next two weeks.  Want to join us?  Send me an email, and I'll send you the directions.  We can get healthier together!

Stay tuned!  Horse stories on the way....

The Black Welsh Colt, or "If You're Going to Be Dumb, You Better Be Tough."

Maggie and I,  near the American River
Carmichael, CA

I contribute to another blog besides this one.  It's a group blog comprised of folks who have graduated from high school in Dunseith, ND, which I did, in 1973.  There are a number of excellent writers on that site, contributing stories from our childhood and further back.  We have some writers in their 90's!


If you want to know more about my hometown, here's a wiki link:


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunseith,_North_Dakota




Anyhow, lately there has been a rash of submissions on the topic of working farm horses in old times.  They are wonderful stories that capture the imagination and take you back to a time gone by.  After reading several of these I decided to write a story of my own and sent it to the moderator and generator of the blog. I introduced my story with a bit of a heavy topic, so if you want to zoom to the horse story, scroll down to "If you're going to be dumb, you better be tough."  It's the story of my first wild ride on horseback.  I enjoyed the memory, I hope you enjoy the story.


Here's a copy of what I wrote tonight.  I would love to have your feedback on any of the topics:


Hi Gary,

I wrote a personal note to GF about his great horse stories posted on #1064.  I have ended up with a long posting today, so you may choose to "use it on a slow day", as Larry Hackman says.  I suppose you can guess which stories on the blog are my favorites!  I just love the "yarns" of the early farm life and some of the crazy things that happened while living that rough, physical life.  

Of course most especially, I love the stories of working horses! 

It was a good life of hard work, reward, and many great examples of "you reap what you sow".  Working farm kids in those days were not often obese were they!  In fact I remember a lot of pretty good "bods" on those high school farmboys who hauled bales all day long - before the days of big bales and fork lifts, air conditioned cabs, mutant strains, poison sprays, GMO's, organic grown and all that jazz. 

Too bad we didn't take photos and make a calendar like they do these days.  If we had one now, we could sell it for a bunch of money on ebay.  It could be called "The Dakota Farmboy Calendar".  Those guys built up some serious biceps, triceps, and abs while those adolescent hormones were raging.  

Gals reading this blog are probably having some fond memories right about now.  We noticed how good those guys looked slinging those bales, and would even lend a hand to be right out there with you once in a while.  I think the farmer knew he got more hay hauled when the gals went along - c'mon you know you were showing off.  

We sure weren't doing it for the money!  But the cold beer at the end of the days work tasted pretty good, and personally I liked the smell of the hay and the good exercise. I loved bouncing around on the hay wagon, riding the bale stack as it got higher, and higher.  It was a pretty romantic afternoon activity. I had eyes mostly for horses, but at 16 I woke up and smelled the coffee, so to speak.  That was an excellent summer as I recall.....

I bet a bunch of guys reading this blog remember well hauling bale after bale.  You got 5 cents a bale, delivered, if you were lucky. But most got the workout for free because they were family of a farmer who put up his own cattle and horse feed.  The bigger the herd, the more feed had to be put up for those long Dakota winters.  

Feel sorry for the kids that grew up on a big farm and worked their tails off?

I don't, because I bet they grew up to be responsible, helpful citizens with strong bodies and minds and a capable approach to problems of a mechanical, biological, or medical nature.  In short, they learned a lot about nature and developed what is known as "common sense".  

Unless they were in an abusive situation, as many of our friends were.  

We knew firsthand about abuse, from our friends.  We heard the dark secrets of alcohol and child abuse and it was all around us, just as it is today. Those kids still learned, and became adults learning additional lessons of survival along the way.  

Not always good coping strategies, nonetheless, they helped those kids survive.   I don't think they grew up so happy and many of our peers probably struggle with thoughts of home to this day.  Help is available these days to work those things out.  It wasn't back then.  Do yourself and your family a big favor.  

Get help if you're still bothered by memories of childhood trauma.  OR,  

IF YOU ARE A YOUTH READING THIS, YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT ANY KIND OF ABUSE, WHILE COMMON,  IS NOT NORMAL, HEALTHY, OR ALLOWED IN OUR SOCIETY.  STAND UP FOR YOURSELF OR YOUR FRIENDS AND GET HELP FROM AN UNDERSTANDING ADULT, TEACHER, OR FRIEND.  THIS KIND OF SUFFERING SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED!  

EMAIL ME IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYONE YOU CAN TRUST.

If you're an adult, you can also check out one of the many helpful books to read on the topic for starters.  I think it helps to know you weren't the only one ever to be abused, and that it was not your fault.  Sexual abuse and spousal abuse was quite common in our community, and some pretty terrifying stuff went down back then, and still does.  You all know what I'm talking about.  It is time that people opened the door to discuss these issues, remove the cloak of shame, and save these kids.  

Just today there was a news article about a 16 year old boy that was sent to jail for stabbing his 57 year old sexual abuser many many times after he killed him.  It had gone on for years and he finally snapped.  The report said he was being held in jail "until an appropriate treatment facility was located."  Hopefully, he'll recover with the proper counseling and therapy.  I think we all applaud him for taking a stand.  He was temporarily released to appear on the Oprah Winfrey show, in order to try to prevent this from happening to others.

His quote on Oprah?  "Everyone who experiences abuse should come out and get help before it's too late".

If something like that happened or is happening to you, or in your family, know that help is only a computer click away......write to me if you can't find resources and I'll see what I can do to help - in confidence of course.  I saw a lot of terrible things working in the ER, but the worst were the cases of sexual abuse of children.  Often associated with meth use, which in my view is the second worst thing we saw in the ER.

 LET US FIND A WAY TO END THIS TRAVESTY!

Overall however, most of us have some pretty fond memories even though we grew up in the day when it was ok to spank your kids.  "Spare the rod and spoil the child" was the motto of the day.  Even teachers got to whack you up side the head, or worse! In my family, both my parents had been school teachers and we learned to behave and have manners before we went to school.  

But we were also taught to be independent thinkers, which gave us plenty of trouble until we learned when to keep our opinions to ourselves.  I knew the slogan "children are meant to be seen but not heard" - I just didn't believe in it!  

I guess I still have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when it comes to righting a wrong.  

Who will join me in saying "we will not tolerate child abuse anymore!"

Kids today might envy the life of a farm kid growing up in the 60's, but it's a bygone era for the most part.
Us North Dakotans know that old time values are still in place somewhere.  Especially wherever a good North Dakotan is planted.

But I digress.  Now for the story.

I have a horse story from my high school days I would like to share:

                           "If You're Going to Be Dumb, You Better Be Tough."

As many of you know, my Uncle Jake bred a lot of standardbred horses, known as pacers, on his ranch Northwest of Bottineau.  He did a lot of racing in Canada and for a short while in the 60's he had a horse named "Nipper Boy" that won some pretty big purses.  He even sent the big dark pacer to California to compete, but alas didn't do so well so far from home.  A few of the Dunseith folk might remember seeing Jake race at the Bottineau Fair, but mostly he raced in Winnipeg, Brandon, and other Canadian towns.  They were more "into" it on the Canadian side.  I'm sure Mr. Evans (Jeff's and Stephanie's dad) checked them through customs a time or two.  Mostly he crossed at the Souris Port though, where he was close enough to home to not have to worry about crossing the border much.....He knew the guards by first and last name.

My uncle Jake was the first to show me the love of my life -THE HORSE.

What you may not know is that although he had no children of his own with Agnes, his wife, he was always helping out kids who were interested in horses, including me.  My first horse bite was from his prize horse, the beautiful Jady's Joy.  She was a gorgeaus chestnut color with a white mane and tail.  I was about 8 years old I think, just tall enough to reach up and put my arms around her arching neck as she held her head outside the stall looking for grain.  I think I surprised her, but she stood there as I hung from her neck until she suddenly bit me on the shoulder.  I got the message and let go.  It was just a little nip, a warning.  Afterward I looked into her deep dark eyes as she stood there looking at me, rubbing my shoulder blade, near tears.  We had a little communion there in my Uncle's stable under his huge barn.  I began my lifelong love affair right there, staring into those apologetic eyes.  It was as if she were saying,

"I'm sorry, but nobody ever did that before and I had no idea how to get you off me. I didn't mean to hurt you".  

I learned to respect these magnificant beings who could kick you to a pile of breaking bones and a puddle of blood in an instant, but almost never do.  I vowed to learn their language and have spent the rest of my life in the study of "HORSE".  I'm still learning volumes every day I'm with them. I don't think there's an end to what horses can teach us.

Uncle Jake once gave me a beautiful Black Welsh Cob to train, so that his niece Darcy, who lived with them, could then ride it.  He was unbroken and young, but gentle and intelligient.  Darcy was a bit younger and not so horse crazy as me, so she was unwilling or unable to ride him I guess. So one day in the summer of my 14th year, Jake delivered this half wild, prancing black colt to the Metcalfe corral close to the Dunseith Port of Entry.  You know the place? Just south of  the Peace Gardens entry. In fact, it was the old corral where they had unloaded livestock for inspection crossing the Canadian Border.  Does anyone know if that corral still stands?  It would be on the corner of the intersection of the highway to the Port and the gravel approach to the Metcalfe place just to the south.

The corral was a short walk from my home at the Port, and I could go several times a day to work with the horses. I had boarded my palomino filly, Shawnee, there for awhile, and we put the Black in with her.   It was a dream come true for me.  The Black was a beauty and I couldn't wait to get him started.  I could picture myself galloping on his back across the fields of the Peace Garden, the wind in my hair.

The Black colt learned quickly who was in charge as soon as he set foot inside the pen.  Shawnee made this evident by a series of feigned "punches" with her pointed right foot.  Then she swung around and gave him her business end - narrowly missing a plant to his shoulder.  He moved away and put his head down in submission.  He clacked and chattered his teeth in the "I suck I suck" signal that baby horses make to dominant horses, and she forgave him almost instantly and came back to nuzzle his neck and breathe her breath into his nostril.  

I think she was glad he was a fast learner.  They were the same age and became inseparable friends from that moment forward.  Even though she had to put him in his place the way a good mare does, she was as hungry for company as he was, and happy to have him close to her, once he admitted her dominance.  That's the way the herd works...it's a pecking order thing. Once established, it never had to be worked out again. 

Horses have a lot of good lessons to offer us mere mortals.

Anyhow, to continue...

It was great fun having a second horse so I didn't have to ride alone, but I always ended up riding "the wild one" by myself.  I started working him in the corral (these days they call it a round pen), and gradually got a saddle on.  He never did buck, but he sure had a lot of spirit, and eventually would rear up when I asked him for it.  This was a bad habit he had that I encouraged until he did it only on command, and luckily, never to the point of rolling backwards on top of me.

I spent a few weeks riding, riding, riding that gorgeous, affectionate creature with the satin shiny coat.  He had a white star and a snip on his face, and he was a quick learner.  He had a soft eye and wanted nothing but to please me.  I fed him a lot of carrots and apples as rewards.  Some people would say he was spoiled.  I say he was loved. 

Finally, I was ready to take somebody with me and get down the road a piece, to see how he would do a little further away from home.  I at least had enough horse sense to know that I shouldn't take off into the woods on a green broke 2 year old colt without someone along to pick up the pieces!  I talked my brother Larry into riding along, although he hadn't ridden much before that, and I doubt if he's ever ridden since....

He mounted my well trained parade horse, Shawnee.   I rode the Black.  We set off down my favorite route at the time - to the south end of the Peace Garden fence along the highway running to the Port.  It wasn't long before we turned right and headed down the fence line, heading west.  At first, we took it easy, and the Black, although he liked to rear up occasionally with the right cues, was under good control that day.  He walked next to Shawnee, and trotted next to Shawnee, and even cantered next to her without a problem.  He would halt on command, and stood when asked.  He was just learning to back up, but he preferred to rear. 

 I was feeling pretty good about our progress and my brother and I planned to take a long ride.  It was a sunny day in high summer - late July.  The grass was green and knee high.  We took our lunch and drinks in the saddle bags, and rode all the way past the end of the Peace Garden fence, into "No Mans Land" as it was called back then.  

You know that timber and brush free swath of land that runs down the entire Canadian Border?  Back in our day it was a favorite route for snowmobilers because they could go like crazy without any fence lines for miles.  There was no one out there but us on this fateful day. I imagine nowadays it's probably heavily patrolled by "Homeland Security", but in those days, you could ride forever without seeing a soul it seemed.

Well Larry and I rode along quite a ways, until we decided to stop for a bit of a rest.  We got off the horses and let them graze. Larry to stretch his legs (and probably rest his butt!) We ate and drank and chatted for a while, and I bragged about how well behaved the Black was after our few weeks together.  He really had improved a lot!  I was very proud of my work, and totally in love with the horse, who I was convinced was as fast as the wind, although I hadn't really "opened him up" yet.

So Larry said, with a North Dakota accent, "Well, do you want to race then?"

I replied "Well ok, but take it easy...."

The words hadn't finished crossing my lips before he had jumped into the saddle and took off at a gallop on Shawnee.  The Black colt of course was immediately upset that he was being left alone by his first love and started to dance around on the end of my reins as Larry got further and further away. It was all I could do to get the reins over his head.  I put a foot in the stirrup, jumping up and down on the right leg to keep up with his movements, but before I could get the other leg over the saddle he reared up high and took off like a shot!

I was still trying to get my right leg over at a gallop when Shawnee disappeared around a bend.  Straight ahead was forest and brush and low hanging limbs.  The Black plunged straight into this mess not realizing that Shawnee had made the  "S" turn to the right and left.  He was practically snorting fire as I got myself into the saddle (but not the stirrups) and started fending off branches that were about to knock me out of my seat.  One of the limbs was as big as a leg and I hit it with my thumb trying to protect my head, bending the nail completely backwards, ripping it from the nailbed.

It sounds painful, and eventually it was.  But at first my adrenaline was rushing and I didn't hardly feel it - all I wanted to do was stop the mad gallop through the thick brush and save my life!  I finally got control of his head with the flying reins (all of this took maybe 2 minutes), and stopped him.  We sat there, catching our breath.  I think he was as scared as I was.  I turned and got him back on the trail, making him go slow at first, but eventually I had to let him run to catch up.  

In that straightaway trying to catch Shawnee, he ran like Secretariat!  I eventually caught up to my brother who was still at a gallop, and held up my bleeding thumb to get him to slow down!  By the time I caught up, the blood was running down my arm to my elbow, the thumbnail dangling by a piece of skin.  He was totally grossed out, which as I recall, was a comfort to me.  I wished he had listened to me, but he wanted to win the race.  Badly.  Now I wanted him to suffer my pain vicariously!

We rode the 5 or 6 miles home at a slighly slower pace, put the horses away, and then he drove me to the Botno Hospital (where I would later work for a short time both as a Nurse assistant and then as a nurse). I remember flying down the highway to Dunseith through "the rez" at over a hundred miles an hour in my Dad's Cadillac, thinking "he's going to kill us or somebody else over my thumb", but enjoying the speed at the same time.  No wonder I ended up a risk taker!  Look out world - here we come!  I didn't try to slow him down, even though I wasn't bleeding anymore.  I watched the speedometer crack 100... 105...110.....and then he "buried the needle".

It was starting to hurt like crazy after all. By the time we got to Botno, I was crying without a sound in the burning, throbbing, bleeding pain of it all and my brother was feeling good and guilty. 

 The Doctor in the tiny Bottineau Hospital ER  was not able to get the spray anesthetic to work, and I endured the removal of my thumbnail without anything to numb the area.  Ouch.  Not the best bedside manner on his part either as I recall.  I  remember him yelling at the nurse and me thinking he was way out of line.  The nurse however, was very kind to me.  Later, it was a memory I carried to nursing school and always tried to be fully present for the patient before me.

My thumbnail eventually grew back over a few months, but was a long lasting, painful injury that taught me these two childhood lessons:

Pride comes before a fall, and

If you're going to be dumb, you better be tough.

Thanks Gary!

Trish (Larson) Wild '73

The Equine Nomad

trishwild.blogspot.com

Also - I'm posting a fair amount on facebook these days. Any of you are welcome to "friend" me on there. 

P.S.   I still do dumb things, and I believe it is entertaining in a funniest home video kind of way at times.  I share my mistakes and lessons learned here so that others can learn from my failures as well as my successes.

By the way?  Don't forget to leave a comment and let me know you were here.  The more visitors to my site, the more likely I can win corporate sponsorships for my ride and the more likely I can continue to ride and write.

Thanks for reading and thanks for commenting!

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Yay and Thanks to Steve and Tony!

Patty's friends Steve and Tony investigating the starter problem.

So after working all day cleaning chimneys, Patty's friend Steve showed up with his buddy Tony, and fixed the truck!  Bessie (my truck) started right up after their repairs.  Turns out it was the starter.  $180 bucks for the part and a few dollars to Tony, and I'm rollin' again.

Since we're all over forty, we have a hard time seeing the small print on the sockets.
Patty found the right size with the flashlight.

Thanks guys!  I won't forget this.  Nothing like good people helping people.  Patty tells me that Steve has a lot of friends that trade their services with each other.  It's the way the early settlers survived, and a wonderful way to be a friend.  Tony's kindly and speedy help on a Saturday evening, leaving his wife and kids at home really made a difference for me.  I would have spent probably twice as much and would have had to go through the hassle of a tow and a wait at the dealership.

A great big thanks to you and your family for helping me out Tony.  Tony tells me he has a 7 year old son. He took my blog address, and hopefully his son will join us on the ride across America!  If you guys find the blog, please leave a comment to let me know you're out there!

My heroes of the day!

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Truck won't start, hip still hurts

What would cause a vehicle to suddenly not start?
Battery is Ok.  Fuses are Ok.
I turn the ignition, and nothing happens.  Nothing, except a small "click" sound.

I'm still holed up at my friend's place in Sacramento.  I was making plans to leave for Yosemite, when the truck decided not to start.  Patty's friends are coming over tonight to try to figure out the problem.  I guess if they can't get her going, I'll have to get a tow.

Dr. Debbie's treatment room.
She has a beautiful office, with Feng Shui principles in place.
Pleasant lighting, soothing music.

Reception area at Dr. Debbie's

Still working on my sciatic problem, which now is mostly a problem with my psoas and periformis muscles staying in spasm and pulling things out of alignment.  It's getting better every day however, thanks to the help from Dr. Deb at the Chiropractic clinic.  I have decided to stay here until I'm pain free, which I'm thinking may be another 2 weeks.  During that time, I will be riding trails however - as soon as I get the truck running again.

The juice fast is going great.  I'm still not hungry, and am down to 152 today.  I feel great - lots of energy and loving the effects.  My skin looks better, my canker sores are gone, and every day my yoga gets stronger.  I'm staying on juice only until I get a hunger urge.  It's an interesting journey.

I'm feeling better, stronger, and happier, with more lightness of Being every day.
I recommend the juice fast to any of you who are ailing,
but get the book by Dr Airola to be safe and get the best results.

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Day Four: Juice Fast, Mary's Magic Pasture and the Move to Shandoni Ranch

Some of you have emailed me to ask about the juice fasting program I have undertaken so I thought I would just post my results here so everyone can see them.  If you have no interest, just scroll down until you come to the horse photos later in the blog.

You know how a good student always asks the question that every one else is wondering about but is too afraid to raise their hand?

In the Accupuncturist's Office

Placement of the needles and electrical stimulator.
It didn't hurt, and felt like a mild buzzing sensation.

I laid like this for 20 minutes, but alas it was ineffective treatment for my pain.
I know that acupuncture can be helpful, which is why I tried it.
It didn't help me this time though, and in fact, the pain was worse following the treatment.

Thanks for those of you that are reading and asking questions.  I love it!  You don't have to post your question on the blog if you don't want to.  You can always email me and let me know if you want me to keep your identity in confidence.

OK.  Patty and I started our fast 4 days ago.  The day we started, her gentleman friend came over and I wanted to give them some "room to move" so I went to see a movie,  "Love and Other Drugs".  It's a good movie about a couple coping with her Parkinson's Disease which I had seen before, but the woman in front of me kept talking through the whole movie to her boyfriend.  Laughing and talking and hiccuping.  She was drunk or something.  I finally couldn't take it anymore.  I stood up, tapped her on the shoulder and told her she owed me 10 bucks.  Her boyfriend said "We don't owe you anything" I said something back I can't repeat on a kid friendly site and  then went to the manager and got a free ticket to another movie, plus got his blessing to watch another movie right then,  the "King's speech".  It is a pretty good movie about overcoming handicaps and working hard to be the best you can be.  In his case, he wanted to be able to give a speech that would save the free world, but he still struggled with his stutter.  Go see it to find out what happens. Nice costumes too, and good dialog about equality among men (and women).

Cool Car parked outside the movie theatre.
And check out that beautiful oak tree!

Sorry, I weakened, I ate popcorn.  Even though I knew from the San Francisco Theatre where I saw Tron in 3D with Zak that a large popcorn has a lot of calories.  I'll let you guess how many and you can learn the answer, if you don't already know it, at the bottom of my blog.  While you're thinking about that, guess how many a large coke contains....I'll give you that answer later too.

I was hit with the "wave" of popcorn smell as I entered the theatre.  Now I don't know about you, but I have been seeing movies since I was a child with popcorn in hand.  It's a Pavlovian thing, I launch into unconscious behavior and "must .......  have.......   popcorn......."

And I ate the whole thing.  But I drank unsweetened Ice Tea and avoided consuming the horrible sugar content of the Coke.  Does anybody know for sure how many Tablespoons of sugar are in a large Coke at the movie theatre?  It's a lot worse than the carbs in a bunch of popcorn, so I didn't feel too guilty - I was proud of not getting the Coke!  


Dear Patty even sent me a text just before the movie started and said she was starving, but still fasting.  I texted back something like mmmmmmmm and turned the phone off and ate my popcorn, so she wouldn't have permission to mess up her fast.  Plus, she was getting exercise with her boyfriend, so she had something to keep her busy besides eating.  The kind of exercise she was having is great fun and so good for you!  I just didn't want her to waste time in the kitchen....


Anyhow, I digress.  Since then, I have followed the directions of Dr. Paavo Airola in his book "How to Keep Slim, Healthy, and Young with Juice Fasting - the Age Old Way to a New You".  


Now kids, don't for a minute believe everything you read - especially on the internet - but as a PhD researcher, I know for a FACT that even scientific studies can be used to manipulate the public into faulty (and profitable) behavior (check out the history of the tobacco industry).  However, I read Dr. Airola's book and it MADE GOOD SENSE.  So Patty and I have been doing pretty well with following his plan, although not exactly strict to every detail, but pretty close.  We are educated, experienced women after all and we can think for ourselves!

Organic fruit and veggies ready for juicing.  Yummy.

Today, after four days of herbal teas, fresh squeezed fruit and vegetables, and home made organic vegetable broth, I feel GREAT!  I have good energy, feeling light, and I've lost weight.  I am not hungry, although I was the first day.


At the start of this, I also had several painful canker sores in my mouth.  They are now gone.  Wow.  That's faster than any other treatment I've ever tried.  I've had them since I was a kid, and now I'm starting to think it was all the sugar I was given (and bought on my own) back then.  Hmmmm.

Now the drumroll please.........

I have lost 10 pounds so far.  I was 165 when I started and I'm down to 155 today.  I'm 5'7" by the way, and big boned.   A sturdy Irish/ Norwegian farm gal.  I don't really care how much I weigh, but it's fun to see the scale go down.  I'm more concerned with getting healthy, fit, and pain free, and I will not stop trying until I'm completely the best I can be.  I guess not only fitness wise, but emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, cause it's all related you know.

That's a tall order for me, cause I'm far from perfect in all of those areas, but hey, why give up before you die?  I know we have limitless potential, and I'm often too lazy to do the work that's right for me.  Temptation is everywhere!   I'll get back to that topic later.

We've also been doing Yoga every day, and every couple of days I see the chiropractor, Dr. Debbie.

OK, and yes, for those of you paying attention - I am also doing daily enemas (during the juice fast only) to cleanse the bowel more completely.  More than anything, this fast is about cleaning out gunk, restoring vitality, and getting away from refined sugar.   Did you eat a little more sugar, a little more rich food than usual over the holidays?  Well yes, I too went a little wild (with my diet) celebrating this holiday season.  I enjoyed every bite and minute of it, but now it's time to start anew, refresh the body and get fit again.

I am going to ride it off!!!

I love food.  What healthy person doesn't?  I'm just trying to get away from the addicting sugar and fat of the American diet, and cleanse myself of the toxins produced by taking in food that isn't wonderful for me.  A great whole raw food organic diet with exercise that burns more calories than I take in and the fat just melts away!

Ok.  Enough of that.  If anyone has any questions as time goes by, let me know.  As long as people are asking about it, I'll keep writing about it.

Back to the horse stories.

The horses are being cared for by a lovely couple of horse people at Shandoni Ranch in Elverta, about 35 minutes from Patty's place in Carmichael.

Doreen and Trish on arrival at Shandoni Ranch

Jay (Jens) of Shandoni Ranch

Jay and Doreen had an ad that Patty found online.  They run a "Horse Hotel" at Shandoni, offering stalls and pastures in a range of prices for temporary stays or long term boarding.  They feed alfalfa cubes, and Jay has convinced me that they are just the thing for optimal nutrition and good horse health.  The horses they have on pasture look stunning and healthy so he has me convinced to truck those as my hay source instead of hay bales, which lead to a lot of waste and are hard to tarp, carry, and haul.  I located a feed store near the Shandoni Ranch which sells these cubes in heavy duty bags which should be water safe.  I had a problem with the hay in the back of my truck molding from heavy rains, despite tarping.

Anyhow Jay and Doreen welcomed us with big smiles and a wonderful deal and set up.  The land is full of rain and mud, but their higher pasture is dry and spring grass is available for nibbling when they've finished their cubes.  I leave my precious babies in their care with confidence.  Plus, Jay is hilarious and full of good jokes.  Another thing?  Doreen was born in Rugby ND, so she must be alright!

Even if she hadn't been born in North Dakota, I would have liked Doreen.  She was not home when I arrived, but when she came driving into the yard, she was hauling a beautiful thoroughbred mare.  This was a prizewinner that she had sold some time ago.  Doreen told us that she just didn't seem to be working out for the people that had bought her, so she traded another horse for her and brought her home.  Now that's customer service!

Doreen invited me into her lovely home and walked me around her paintings.  Horse paintings.  Incredibly beautiful horse paintings.  Not only of hunter/jumpers (her specialty), but also of bucking broncos, draft horses pulling wagons, and fancy cart horses hauling well dressed drivers.  One especially beautiful painting was of a small girl holding the lead line of her horse at a rodeo.  Just beautiful.  I asked why the parents didn't buy it (it was so awesome!) and she said they probably didn't even know she had taken a photo of their daughter which she turned into this incredible work of art.

Wow.  Doreen, if you want to post a photo of your painting online, we could send it out and see if somehow it finds itself in electronic view of the parents, who will surely buy it - or maybe even better - maybe someone will buy it as a gift for the girl....

Anyhow, Doreen and Jay have been awesome and warm and welcoming.  It's such a relief to know that the horses are in great care while I continue to heal my sore psoas muscle.

My hips are getting better every day, and soon it will come time to leave Patty's Healing Palace.  It will be hard to say good  bye to my darling friend, but as she says, "you can always come back".

Friends for more than 30 years.
Patty and me sharing some more great times together.

Here are some more photos from last week I hope you'll enjoy.  Again, come back often, and comments are always welcome, although I am screening the anonymous ones these days for negative content.  This is a kid friendly site after all.

Me and the herd gathered up at Mary's, bound for Shandoni.
Thanks again Mary and Mark, for your wonderful care and hospitality!

Magic and Midnight on a single line.
They are such good buddies that they allow me to lead them this way.
We are all aware that they allow me to lead them because of their training, trust, and love.
I learned on the Colorado trail that if they really wanted to
they could take off with me dangling like a puppet on a string.

Brothers

Maggie after a week of playing with Cake, running wild on Mary's magic pasture.

Yes, I know, very similar to the previous photo of all of us.  I couldn't decide which one I liked better.
What do you think?

Mary's horses.  Cake, Maggie's latest "boyfriend", is the palomino in the middle of this shot.
I'm sorry - Mary, what was the name of your sorrel horse in this photo?

Cake, upset with Maggie's departure.
Don't worry Cake, our paths will cross again!

Mary and Mark's son Benjamin demos the operation of a marshmallow gun.

Benjamin shoots mini marshmallows for the dog's  entertainment.
Mary says the dog tells her "it's the best Christmas present EVER!" (Chomp chomp)

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In regards to the questions about the caloric counts of Movie Theatre large popcorn and coke:

How close did you guess?

According to the San Francisco theatre menu board:

Large Popcorn = 1050 calories!
Large Coke = 1050 calories!

That's more calories than recommended for an entire day for a woman my size!  But remember, I didn't have the Coke, so I did alright.  Plus, except for the salt, I don't think popcorn is that bad a snack food.  I NEVER add butter anymore.  Eating the movie theatre butter made me really sick to my stomach more than once.  I wonder if it's always real butter???

OK!  Have a great day and please let me know if you like my blog or photos or if there is anything else you want me to write about.

By the way, Max's mom wrote and asked me to write about free roaming horses.  She wonders if they shouldn't all be free roaming as they once were.  I will address that multifaceted question in future blogs, so check back often, comment often, and interact with me and each other!  I want this to be fun and informative for all!  But remember - be respectful and kid friendly.

Hasta La Vista Baby!

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On the American River at 11:11 on 1/11/11

Maggie on the banks of the American River.
Sacramento, CA 1/1/11 at 11:11
The Fun Starts Here!

"It's about time we get this party started!"

These are photos from the official start of my 10,000 mile journey.  It was a beautiful place to ride.  Patty came along on her bike to take photos, and I think she did a great job.  See what you think...

By the American River

At the trailhead for the trail.

Jedediah Smith Recreation Trail

Maggie on the Bridge over the American

Picture this when you think of me.

Happy Days

Bike ride and Mags gets a rest.

Great Trail for long trotting.

Cooling off in the American

Yee Haw!

Horse laughs!

Future Equestrians

Max gets a lesson.

He really got it.  Good student, good listener.

Maggie is such a good teacher.

How cute is this boy?

Patty, the photographer.

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On the American River at 11:11 on 1/11/11

Maggie on the banks of the American River.
Sacramento, CA 1/1/11 at 11:11
The Fun Starts Here!

"It's about time we get this party started!"

These are photos from the official start of my 10,000 mile journey.  It was a beautiful place to ride.  Patty came along on her bike to take photos, and I think she did a great job.  See what you think...

By the American River

At the trailhead for the trail.

Jedediah Smith Recreation Trail

Maggie on the Bridge over the American

Picture this when you think of me.

Happy Days

Bike ride and Mags gets a rest.

Great Trail for long trotting.

Cooling off in the American

Yee Haw!

Horse laughs!

Future Equestrians

Max gets a lesson.

He really got it.  Good student, good listener.

Maggie is such a good teacher.

How cute is this boy?

Patty, the photographer.