Took Walter out for the annual New Years Day ride, took a nice arty photo with my new even-less-smart-than-the-one-it-replaced phone, but can't transfer the pic to my laptop. You'll just have to take my word for it - it was a beautiful day in the desert.
We're both more than ready to put the past year to bed and get off to a fresh start. Walter's old Abetta saddle now has holes in the fenders where they're worn clear through. It seems symbolic of something I can't quite grasp.
My little mule will be 19 or older this year (depends on which vet you ask). How did I expect him to remain frozen in time? Yet his aging takes me by surprise. As does my own, I suppose.
The mystery is deep, my friends. Happy New Year!