Country Road
I married a country boy. And he likes his country roads. Last night he begged to go for a drive to pursue the illusive 'warm spring' (something he found on Google Earth). There are supposedly two different routes to take, but last Sabbath we discovered two locked gates blocking our way and last night was no exception.
Tim decided to climb over the fence (those signs don't mean what they say, right?) and see if he could hike the rest of the way. He came very close, but a herd (5 or 6) of wild horses came flying down the hill at top speed, causing him to turn back. They followed him at a distance until he started running towards the car -- at that point, the chase ensued! I honked the car horn to startle them, giving Tim the advantage so he could make it back safely! What an adventure. Unsuccessful. Not sure if he'll want to try again...
Tim decided to climb over the fence (those signs don't mean what they say, right?) and see if he could hike the rest of the way. He came very close, but a herd (5 or 6) of wild horses came flying down the hill at top speed, causing him to turn back. They followed him at a distance until he started running towards the car -- at that point, the chase ensued! I honked the car horn to startle them, giving Tim the advantage so he could make it back safely! What an adventure. Unsuccessful. Not sure if he'll want to try again...
