one last adventure.
I have really mixed feelings, but overall: it was the right decision at the right time.
I finally got through to the fiance last night by comparing it to selling his favorite hockey stick. He looked completely horrified: "I'd feel naked!" Yep.
We did have one last adventure together, the trailer and I: I got mildly lost after failing to follow the very good directions provided - and realized that I had no cell phone service and thus no Google Maps to bail me out. I three-pointed over railroad tracks to turn around, made it under a low bridge by inches, and then got up the right hill to deliver it to the right farm.
I also would like to state for the record that I am really fucking good at hauling that thing. I got it hitched up in less than 2 minutes flat, after my first backup put the ball 2 inches too far to the left.
Arya and I stopped for McDonald's on the way home to celebrate, and now she is napping and I am blogging. I have to clean every inch of my house today, and then I am declaring a hiatus on renovations until after the wedding, so hope to get back to actually blogging about my actual horse soon.
co-piloting is hard work.