We’re now 10 days out from our last bad toxin exposure. Our sensitivity to life is continuing to decrease. The weather down here was amazing until last night. It’s been nearly 60 during the day and 20s at night. We’ve been walking all around the ranch until today. We could, but are choosing not and are taking a restful day.
Yesterday we were pretty off as the day began- Wesley was emotional and it was like trying to come out of a coma for me. Once I got moving, I was fine. Wesley was struggling emotionally much of the day. We walked about 2.5 hours in the hills and then took the rancher’s grandkids for a much shorter walk and headed back to the house. The four dogs came with too. We had Nala, the gentle giant, Dinky, the little girl corgi who loves a belly rub more than life itself, Fritz, the big boy corgi who hates sharing attention, and Jake. Fritz kept attacking Jake. At first I kept asking Jake what he did to start it, but by the end of the walk I kept picking up Jake and hollering at Fritz to stop. Most of the walk Jake was running around and Fritz was chasing after him, but moving so slow, he rarely could catch him. This is kinda like me chasing someone by running. Ha!
The kids wanted us to stay longer, but we really wanted to get home before the storm started. As it was, we stayed too long chatting and ended up running at least a mile from the ranch house to the corrals where we parked the truck. Y’all, I just simply can’t run that far so it looked like my pathetic attempt to run, walking while gasping for air, and looking to the left to see the precipitation coming across the field repeated many times because I have no endurance for running. I’ll run after a racquetball, but you don’t need endurance for that. A summer/fall of paddling and walking hasn’t prepared me for running over a mile to beat the rain. Has I known that it was going to snow, not rain based on temps, I would’ve been less inclined to run. We stopped by our camp and got clothes and headed to town for showers. We did drive through snow on the way home, but we made it home safe.
Today, we got Jake for the day so we went up to the house to get him and then went into town to get diesel, use the restroom, and go for a ride. It went more like this: we got a VERY guilty looking Jake from the house, headed into town, turned the corner to go to the house to use the bathroom, and our truck started making a horrendous noise. I hopped out and declared it was coming from the back tires of the truck based on the noise. We drove the 2 more blocks to the house and went to the restroom. I told Wesley to call Welda and get Jordan’s number. I didn’t realize that Welda was outside the house. She called Jordan and before long he came over and after listening, jacking up the truck, and taking the rear right tire off, discovered that even though it sounded like it was both rear tires, it was just the one and there was a a rock in the brake apparatus somewhere.
After that we drove up past Lincoln. I got Cyano tired, but nothing terrible. Wesley said Lincoln was its usual horrid Cyano for him, but our reactions are getting closer to how it was before the MT (mystery toxin) hits. On the way back to the ranch, we stopped and got diesel. Now we’re enjoying our warm tent and hanging out with Jake. Actually, I’m writing this blog and Wesley’s trying to flip Jake upside down and hold him like a baby. Jake fails and fights until he wiggles back feet down. It’s actually rather entertaining to watch if we’re honest.
We’ve been enjoying listening to The Chronicles of Narnia on Audible. I also listened to How to Kill 11 million People by Andy Andrews. That was also great in light of the crazy going down in our country. I’m thankful to be out in the middle of nowhere living amongst people who would shoot you for being stupid. Maybe DC needs ranchers.