Going up into the attic to retrieve holiday decorations you never quite know what you will find if you take the time to stop and explore old boxes.
These first two pictures bewitched me back 36 years to college days and two days I spent accompanying two of my child hood idols. Two men I grew up watching on TV and movies who taught me to believe in magic and years later in real life were even more fascinating to meet and know.
And then … 31 years back to the unforgettable day long Grand Canyon Mule Ride down the Bright Angel Trail to unimaginable sights and views and back up again. And of all the roller coasters and thrill rides I have ridden, nothing can equal that day.
They warn you that riders should not be afraid of heights or large animals. What an understatement! When your mule decides to lean over the edge of a cliff to graze on some tasty branch protruding from the cliff wall you are left facing down a 1000+ ft cliff on the back of an insane grazing gourmet mule. … Oh, but it gets better …
Your guide will tell you “don’t let it do that! Hit it on the head!” … WHAT? I am on the back of a possibly suicidal mule who is hanging over a cliff and you want me to hit it on the head? … RIGHT! … I tried “mule whispering” to no effect. First finishing my Act of Contrition, then I smacked the beast on the head. The mule shook its head, backed up off the edge and continued on the trail.
Stubborn as a mule is NOT a cliché. We would repeat this process several times. <grin>
What does this have to do with caregiving, I guess nothing. Just some time spent to stop and enjoy an old box in the attic.
Caregivingly Yours, Patrick LeerBuster Crabbe Grand Canyon Mule Ride Buffalo Bob Smith Howdy Doody