The trip was uneventful, the best kind when you are traveling with horses. We stopped midway at Mistletoe Farm. The shavings are so deep and fresh the horses can’t wait for the halters or leg wraps to come off before they have the first of many rolls. Even though it is technically a strange barn they both sleep lying down for the better part of the night. My brother and I headed toward Hilton Head for a visit with my grandfather. Ol’ Gramps was in fine form and told stories of days past. He was stationed in many countries during his career and many of them are in the news again these days. Not a bad way to spend an evening. We also had a chance to have dinner with my aunt and uncle, something we should take the time for more often. The next day had us heading south again, peeling the layers off as we went. The arrival at our new barn was a bit tense as we missed a turn and ended up on the wrong side of the canal. Fortunately most every road here is a man made square block. Pati’s husband took pity on me and drove the last bit through the narrow turns to the barn. This barn is a bit more wooded and homey than some in FL and the horses seemed content in their new home. Can’t wait to see what the month brings.
