Moving Right Along
We got up ridiculously early on May 17 to haul the horses down to their boarding stables at Gibson Ranch. The drive was long and mercifully uneventful, with one stop at the halfway point just north of Weed California to get the horses out for a walk and offer them food and water (fear not rest stop patrol: they were on leads and confined to the pet area). Needless to say the horses were very insecure once they arrived. Everything smelled different, peacocks were flying about them and screaming, other horses were calling out. But oh, look at this, you have your own grassy pasture! That certainly helped but they spent the first forty eight hours tied at the hip and where one horse went the other was right there by their side. We unloaded the horse gear and supplies from the trailer and truck and then drove to our hotel for the night, stopping at a suburban Indian restaurant for dinner along the way. They next morning we were back at Gibson Ranch to reassure Taylor and Topaz and feed...