I haven’t given you an update on my travels recently, so thought I would send my Equine Nomad holiday greetings to all, with best wishes for good times and warm gatherings with friends and family.
Since returning from from my travels to Europe and Cozumel, Mexico, in early December, I have been living on the road with my 3 horses again. We are traveling with my truck and trailer, on our way to San Francisco. Tonight we are in Bakersfield, CA after camping for three days in the high desert of Joshua Tree National Park, where we had some very scenic rides in the high desert. My youngest son, Zak, is traveling with me, and it has been wonderful having his company along the route.
I decided against travel through Mexico for now, as conditions there are dangerous and getting worse, depending on which news report you happen to catch. The deciding moment for me was the recent deadly firefight in the streets of the very border town I was planning to cross into Mexico. A reporter and many others were killed in the cross fire.
So my ride to South America is postponed for now, and I’ve gone to plan B, which is to ride my horses at least 200 miles in every US state. I picked that mileage because it’s the same distance as riding to South America – 10,000 miles. I’m very happy and excited with the new plan, and my sons and friends are relieved. I reserve the right to quit if it ever stops being fun, but so far, I’m having the time of my life!
I’m making plans to change my blog format, and currently trying to find a new host. The site I have been using is not user friendly enough, so I decided to change. I’ll let you know when I decide on a new provider, but in the meantime I’m just updating with photos and text on Facebook.
Anyhow, I enjoy reading your blog, and admire your commitment to the Dunseith folks who read it daily. Thank you again for all the work you do. It is a special a gift to so many, and as I am well aware, a lot more work than many people realize. So Thanks!
To Paula Fassett, I would like to say that I sure remember your piano playing during my choir experience. Seems like you were just ALWAYS there, and patiently playing so well! I was in awe of how you could just play anything perfectly, the first time and every time. What a talent, and so casual and humble about it. I hope you still find the time to play….
Any time I think of Choir, I also think of Concert band. Cheryl Haagenson on 1st chair clarinet, Stephanie Evans wailing on sax, and Gary Fulsebakke on trumpet, sometimes in duet with Don Berg or the Henning boy, or my brother Greg. How about Larrett Peterson and was it Lori Williams on Drums, and of course Peter ? on the bass. Who was on that French horn? And I believe Greg Hill played the tuba – am I right? And although Muzette Berube played the clarinet very well, didn’t she switch to oboe at some point? Brenda Hiatt and I sat near each other for a while, trying to squeak a good sound on those awful clarinets, and Pam Fugere, Lynn Gillis, Myra Henning, and Edith Struck played their hearts out on those flutes. I’m sure someone has a photo of the band from that era – there were many more teens playing their brains out during that era. Don Johnson sure knew how to get a lot of people practicing and attending music camp, didn’t he?
And does anyone remember seeing Cheryl belt out the songs in the summer Music Camp production when she played a preacher? It was something. I was there, although I believe I played a minor flower in a field or something….maybe a weed? The director had the idea to have us peons play the landscape – very avant garde! There was no question who the stellar talent was. I remember standing outside the cabin as Cheryl was auditioning, and someone turned around slack jawed, saying “My God, what a voice!”.
We had a wonderful week together, walking the path from the Music Camp dorms to the amphitheatre several times a day. The Peace Garden back paths were so beautiful. I used to ride my horse at a gallop from my house to the Music Camp and back again on the trail through the lovely woods. Like my son does now, I often rode bareback at a gallop, and I can easily recall every turn and dip in that beautiful trail. I feel so lucky to have had the opportunity to live at the Port and have the Peace Garden as my playground.
Happy memories from good old times.
Best wishes to all for wonderful new memories of this holiday season!