We went on a motorcycle ride to Branson Saturday with Cliff's sister and her husband; you can see them up ahead of us in this picture of us crossing Truman Lake.
Coming home, the brother-in-law felt the need for protein and stopped at a McDonalds. Cliff and I had eaten at the motel, so we strolled around and soaked up some local facts about Bolivar, Missouri. Click on the picture and you'll be able to read what the marker says. Indeed, it's a statue of a South American hero right here in Missouri. And a town was named after him.
I have to thank Mel for teaching me how to add a long, skinny picture at the top of this journal; I don't have it perfect, yet... but it works.
That's my Missouri Foxtrotting Horse, Blue, standing proud against the western sky in our pasture. If I didn't tell you, you'd never know that his tail is raised so proudly because he's pooping.
But I've told you. I'm sorry if this takes some of the mystique and glamor from my little home on the Internet here. But if you were to come visit me in Missouri and walk the pasture with me, you'd see horses pooping.
Watch where you step, both in my journal and in our pasture.