|Looks like he's going on a caper|
|Storming the gates of Heritage Square|
|Dashing Frank Hall and lovely Sally Little|
|With the always gorgeous Karin McKechnie. Notice the lowering skies!|
|Pardon me, but is this 1905, or did we miss a stop?|
And finally a sudden hail storm of epic proportions. I know, most of the country is up to it's mutton chops in snow, but we don't usually get "weather" and sudden weather too.
Sure it's all "Good day to you Sir" in fancy knee breeches until you get soaked.
Luckily, Jake had a Mylar emergency blanket which I tied around my neck and flapped behind me like a super hero cape. We rode like the wind and didn't spare the horses (mixed metaphors intended).
We loved it.
|You would have worn it too, had you been there.|
So many shenanigans. I think it's time for a breather.
Ever Your Thimble Servant,