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11/10/08 - Norton, OH - After nearly 3 months of traveling at a sedate 3 mph, I’m strapping on one of those new-fangled horse-less carriages (rented) and transporting myself at warp speed to New Hampshire for a week.
The horses are set up perfectly - they’ve got a twenty acre field of good graze to themselves and are busy regressing into a herd of wild horses. Lots of grass and a big field to frolic in for a week is just what they need.
All this came together when Dale Adams agreed to put up my mob for the week I’ll be in New Hampshire. I met Dale through a nice guy named Marvin Hewlett, whom I met at a lunch stop along route 585. When I stopped for lunch at a gravel turnout alongside the road, an innocent looking mud puddle turned into a 2 foot sink hole with the front wagon wheels stuck in it. The horses pulled out the front, but didn’t get the rear out. Marvin helped me out with a pull from his truck, then introduced me to Dale.
So, at 5 am tomorrow morning, I’ll pour some oats into the gas tank and light my afterburner for the Northeast. One week out to be about all the pampered civilization I can handle. However, I don’t know if I’ll like tooling down the road with shouting “gitup, gee, haw, whoa or whoa - damn it”
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