Bellingham!

We are arrived!  We are at the end of the trail.  We are nestled in the likeness of home.  After some 700ish miles from the Salmon River to Lake Whatcom in Bellingham, we are what is considered finished.  However, I am sure I have only just begun- something that is- something that I hope to have noticed, something that I caught the "trail" of as I meandered on horseback through fragments of the west over three summers on horseback from northern Colorado to Bellingham, Washington.  I'm tired.  The horses, I would expect to be tired, but they do not act it.  They are being horses, nibbling ever-green and growing pacific northwest pastureland while I find respite in the historic and very cozy farm house of the Bergman family.  Lola seems recovered from her twenty mile a day walking routine, and thanks to my mom and Boo's Parlour she is now cuddle-able in the bed (my favorite pastime with my Doggieness).  We will stay put for a month, awaiting a truck and trailer coming from Teton Valley to retrieve us.  Meanwhile, I get to have "auntie" time with my niece and nephew; Bryn and Fisher, who I must declare as the very best welcoming committee a long rider could wish for.  For miles I promised my westward team that we would indulge ourselves in the comforts of the modern world once we arrived and here we are.  The ponies have the perfect home generously donated by a family with horse property but no horses and Lola and I have our own indoor bedroom with family to eat our meals with.  It's beautiful, and loving, and something that should never be taken granted for if a person can help it.  Food tastes so good, bathroom sinks are novel, motorized transportation is awfully amazing, and I hope I never forget it!          

The last days to Bellingham