A Sign of the Times..

Picked this up off one of my Yahoo lists… it’s kinda sad how we have evolved… I prefer the past when Christmas was magical!

Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O’er the fields we go
Laughing all the way

A risk assessment must be submitted before an open sleigh is considered safe for members of the public to travel on. The risk assessment must also consider whether it is appropriate to use only one horse for such a venture, particularly if passengers are of larger proportions. Please note, permission must be gained from landowners before entering their fields. To avoid offending those not participating in celebrations, we would request that laughter is moderate only and not loud enough to be considered a noise nuisance.

While Shepherds Watched
While shepherds watched
Their flocks by night
All seated on the ground
The angel of the Lord came down
And glory shone around

The union of Shepherds has complained that it breaches health and safety regulations to insist that shepherds watch their flocks without appropriate seating arrangements being provided, therefore benches, stools and orthopaedic chairs are now available. Shepherds have also requested that due to the inclement weather conditions at this time of year that they should watch their flocks via cctv cameras from centrally heated shepherd observation huts.
Please note, the angel of the lord is reminded that before shining his / her glory all around she / he must ascertain that all shepherds have been issued with glasses capable of filtering out the harmful effects of UVA, UVB and Glory. 
 
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
 
Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw him,
you would even say it glows.

You are advised that under the Equal Opportunities for All policy, it is inappropriate for persons to make comment with regard to the ruddiness of any part of Mr. R. Reindeer. Further to this, exclusion of Mr R Reindeer from the Reindeer Games will be considered discriminatory and disciplinary action will be taken against those found guilty of this offence. A full investigation will be implemented, and sanctions – including suspension on full pay – will be considered whilst this investigation takes place.

Little Donkey
Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road,
Got to keep on plodding onwards with your precious load 

The RSPCA have issued strict guidelines with regard to how heavy a load a donkey of small stature is permitted to carry; also included in the guidelines is guidance regarding how often to feed the donkey and how many rest breaks are required over a four hour plodding period. Please note that due to the increased risk of pollution from the dusty road, Mary and Joseph are required to wear face masks to prevent inhalation of any airborne particles and the nappies intended for the Baby Jesus must be used to capture any unexpected additional pollution by the small-statured equine. The donkey has expressed his discomfort at being labelled ‘little’ and would prefer just to be simply referred to as Mr. Donkey. To comment upon his height or lack thereof may be considered an infringement of his equine rights.

We Three Kings
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star 

Whilst the gift of gold is still considered acceptable – as it may be redeemed at a later date through such organisations as ‘cash for gold’ etc – gifts of frankincense and myrrh are not appropriate due to the potential risk of oils and fragrances causing allergic reactions. A suggested gift alternative would be to make a donation to a worthy cause in the recipient’s name or perhaps give a gift voucher.
We would not advise that the traversing kings rely on navigation by stars in order to reach their destinations, and suggest the use of RAC routefinder or satellite navigation, which will provide the quickest route and advice regarding fuel consumption. Please note as per the guidelines from the RSPCA for Mr Donkey, the camels carrying the three kings of Orient will require regular food and rest breaks. Facemasks for the three kings are also advisable due to the likelihood of dust from the camels’ feet. 

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night….

Hall, Montana Home of Elwood

HALL – Elwood was thinking metaphysical donkey thoughts one rainy day last week.

To keep the ol’ synapses snapping, he sighed to a couple of newspapermen who dropped by. You know what they say about donkeys and their brains.

They don’t say those things about Elwood. He ponders the world as it passes him by, day and night, on State Highway 1 in the Flint Creek Valley. He wonders why everyone but him needs to get somewhere else.

People are funny, Elwood said, twitching back an ear twice the length of the photographer’s best lens. They run like rats in a cage, I guess to keep up with the spin of the Earth. On my side of the fence, it’s not even turning.

He’s been on that side for maybe 15 years now. Elwood’s age is in dispute, and may never be known.

“The closest we can come up with is 37,” says Liz Luoma, who lives next to Elwood’s pasture. “But that isn’t so old for a donkey. I’m told they can live to be 50.”

The Luomas love Elwood, and even though they don’t actually own him, Liz and Keith have taken over primary care. They make sure he gets his grain, his hay, his arthritis medicine.

Arthritis medicine?

“Yeah, and he doesn’t like it,” Liz says. “So you have to smash it onto two teaspoons and put it inside his mouth. Once a day, all winter long.”

The derivation of “Elwood” is a mystery.

“My boyfriend named him, but I don’t know why he called him that. I didn’t ask him,” Sheila Keirnes says.

Might it have had something to do with Elwood Blues (Dan Aykroyd) of the Blues Brothers?

“That sure could have been it,” she replies.

*****

Keirnes and her ex-boyfriend got Elwood from Jim Snead in Drummond before Snead passed away in 1998. Keirnes, who runs the Stockman Bar in Hall, thinks Elwood isn’t much more than 20 or so.

“I was going to have his teeth floated (filed) but the guy told me he wasn’t that old,” says Keirnes, who adds that Elwood was “a hell of a little packhorse” in his day.

Elwood accepts such praise with a humble snort or, if you’re near enough, a nuzzle to the shoulder. Though we puzzle him, he loves humans.

“He’s got a hell of a personality,” says Wally Small, who stops by to see Elwood whenever the Old Timers Ski Club heads up to Discovery Basin from Missoula.

Sometimes Small’s daughter, Denise, accompanies the skiers, who range in age from their mid-60s to Small’s 79. Denise has become Elwood’s biggest fan.

“She absolutely adores him,” her father says. “She’ll stand and bend forward and he’ll just lean his head on her shoulder.”

The ski club, sometimes 10 or 12 strong, travels to Discovery or Lookout Pass at least once or twice a week during the winter. They never pass through Hall without stopping to see Elwood and plying him with treats.

“I would call him our ski mascot,” says Stan Cohen, another regular in the club.

Elwood loves treats. Carrots are fine – he’ll bare his teeth in a grin of appreciation as he takes one from your hand.

Odd to say, he doesn’t do apples. A juicy yellow apple from an unknown benefactor sat untouched in the mud on the rainy day.

“But, man, he loves peanut butter. And doughnuts,” Cohen says.

Nature Valley Granola Bars, adds Small.

Potato chips, Keirnes says, who then points out the ramifications:

“He’s way, way too fat,” she says. “He’s not supposed to have those bulges in his sides. I can’t seem to convince people of that.”

*****

Even without the carrot of, well, a carrot, Elwood turned from the back side of the pasture and watched as the newspapermen emerged from their car. His long ears twitched. Maybe he saw the “4” on the license plate, thought it was his ski club buddies from Missoula. He waited a respectable length of time, then plodded slowly toward them as the rain splattered off his back. There’s no hurry when your world is standing still.

Elwood posed for the camera. He exchanged donkey pleasantries. He took the first carrot offered with graciousness and a few loud chomps. Then the second. Then the third. Then the maple bar from the grocery in Drummond.

A year or so ago, someone honored Elwood with a nameplate on the gatepost and a nifty woodcut of a pitiable-looking burro. He’s swaybacked and, OK, a tad overweight, and he could probably use a pedicure. But even as the rain settled in on his stock-still world, Elwood looked anything but pitiable.

“He’s part of Hall,” Keirnes notes. “I think he should be mayor.“

He’s all donkey, in all the best ways. Think Eddy Murphy in “Shrek.” Don’t think Pleasure Island in “Pinocchio,” where carefree boys who don’t want to go to school are turned into donkeys, ostensibly because donkeys are ignorant and stupid.

That’s not Elwood. And there’s no sign of his ancestry, the African wild ass, in this guy. He brays when spoken to, and when the wind’s right you can almost hear him in Drummond, eight miles away.

A donkey can be called an ass or a burro, but “donkey” fits Elwood best. Keirnes says Snead picked him up at a horse sale in Billings years ago. Because of that, she assumes Elwood comes from east of the mountains. And because his ears are notched, she thinks he may have been adopted off the range.

“That usually tells you he was wild at some point in his life,” she says.

Elwood wasn’t discussing his heritage, nor did he grumble about the rain. He knew it would stop in due time and leave an inimitable freshness to September. Then there’ll be snow, and the snow will melt. The hayfields will ripen, berries will grow, and autumn showers will come again.

The newspapermen climbed into the car and headed back to Missoula. Snack time was over for this donkey. He turned from the fence in nonchalance and went back to doing what he does best – being Elwood.

Reporter Kim Briggeman can be reached at 523-5266 or at kbriggeman@missoulian.com.

Reprinted with permission from Kim Briggerman and The Missoulian newspaper.  Thank You!

Matthew Koehler said on: September 19, 2010, 9:44 am Oh Elwood! Thanks for a great story Kim! Elwood also serves as a friendly reminder to not “haul ass” through Hall.

Holiday Donkeys

It was a get out and play in the snow day… Here’s some results!

These photos will enlarge when you click on them… just discovered that piece of blog magic!

Luc in the background and Hank out front were really enjoying themselves!

RMS Magical Merlin has his snow stance down pat!

Here’s Galahad in front and Merlin behind taking a break from a good ole’ snow romp!

From all of us to all of you, here’s wishing all your December times are fun in the snow days!

Luc’s Seventh Honor Roll

It’s that time of the year to tally those points Luc has earned just by being Luc. It looks like he has done it again.  This will be Luc’s 7th appearance in The Brayer Magazine in the Continued Excellence catagory.  Luc has also achieved fame in the ADMS Driving Participating Award and the overall Supreme Driving Program. 

Here is how Luc’s next appearance in the Honor Roll Hall of Fame will appear;

7^th Honor Roll—For Continuing Excellence

RMS Lippyluver Luc G-11987 HOF

It has taken me years to discover that the RMS Lippyluver Luc contract, which states; “The Kingma’s, will do our best to keep you healthy, happy and loved” is null and void.  His end of the bargain was to be a very good boy and do as asked, not creating pasture havoc every chance he gets!  It seems Luc has put us into an ongoing negotiation that almost always ends in his favor, or at least we let him think so.

He’s the leader of his pack of merry men.  Swiping a mouthful of food from all the buckets every morning, that’s Luc. He loves wormer so much he would devour the syringe if you let him, licking the extra off everyone’s lips.  He’s the one who will reposition his rubber mat so he can steal it later, turning it into a pasture toy.

After years of driving single he’s the one we hitch a green donkey with to show them how’s it’s done.  

We requested his breeder, Janelle Rieger, of Rocky Mountain Songbirds in Ismay, Montana to build us another, jus’ like Luc.  She told us that in no uncertain terms she broke that mold as soon as Luc hit the ground.  Smart lady, that Janelle!

That’s our Luc earning his 7^th Continuing Excellence Honor Roll.  His stories have reached worldwide on the internet and in many popular magazines.  It wouldn’t be Teamdonk without him.

Versatility Hall of Fame

Now that winter is upon us it gives me time to catch up on all those little projects I’ve been meaning to accomplish.  I happened upon Galahad and Luc’s American Mule and Donkey Society’s paperwork for the boys Versatility Hall of Fame awards.  Galahad has yet to achieve his mainly because we have not been hitting the show circuits, the fairs or parades these past two years.  Instead we have been driving and driving and driving!  It’s one of those things I have really just wanted to stay home and do.

Driving the boys always gives me something to write about as those who follow the blogs well know.  Some of these tales have been accepted in magazines such as; The Brayer, Mules and More and more recently The Canadian Donkey and Mule Journal.  The Donkey Digest for the Affiliated Donkey Societies of Australia will also be publishing some of the Teamdonk stories.  We are feeling a tad bit international these days!  These articles, the internet, the Recreational Driving Challenge and the Mischka Donkey Calendar among others have boosted Galahad’s points to 267 enough for him to earn his Hall of Fame Award.  Here is the write-up that will be appearing in The Brayer along with this photo.  Congratulations Galahad!

OK Sir Galahad Qualifies for Versatility Hall of Fame Award

OK Sir Galahad now ranks among the greats as a member of the esteemed Versatility Hall of Fame donkeys.  Galahad was bred by Doug & Sue Wallace of Enumclaw, Washington.  Sired by the incredible Siemon’s Maxamillion and foaled by OK Lady Scarlett with quality conformation wrapped up in a strawberry roan package.  Galahad joined the Teamdonk mammoth donkeys in October 2008 as a performance prospect and we certainly have not been disappointed in his go-get-um attitude.

In the past two years, Galahad has seen 443 driving miles mostly traveling across the landscape of the Beautiful Camas Prairie in North Central Idaho with his teammate RMS Lippyluver Luc hitched to a two-wheeled Pacific Carriage.  Their 2009 adventures were carefully logged on www.teamdonk.wordpress.com as Galahad was learning his driving skills.  He even participated in a few parades along the way.

Follow their stories at www.2010teamdonk.wordpress.com  to see how their skills developed into cross country fun loving driving donkeys.  Galahad has now seen 88 hitchings and has been driven 287.5 hours.  It’s the team’s fun loving antics that prompted their stories to be told in several national magazines.  The Teamdonk boys are becoming rather well known in assorted driving circles.

This spring Galahad will be helping to train Teamdonk #2 with three and four abreast driving planed with the new guys.  Look for OK Sir Galahad’s adventures at www.2011teamdonk.wordpress.com.  Spring plowing bees and summer parades are all planned for OK Sir Galahad’s future.  At Teamdonk we’re passionate about our driving donkey boys.

Feasting in the winter time

Ahh breakfast time at last!

Hank takes a break from his morning appetizer to do some coyote watching!

Finally!  The real deal… a winter’s feast!

Tis Winter here on the farm

Winter is here as is the snow and the cold.  The donkey boys frolic during the bright moonlight nights and take innocent naps during the day.  Little do they know I watch their playful antics that they think they are getting away with. 

They are here this morning with big soulful eyes and dawn shattering brays saying, “Mom, we’re hungry where’s our morning mash?” good grief that was before the lights of the sky were turned on… maybe they are watching me as I am watching them?

Here is a fun jingle I picked up on the internet.  It is sung to the tune of Jingle Bells with a couple of words changed making it more befitting to Teamdonk!

Smashing through the snow
Heading for the barn
Counting up the joys
Of living on the farm

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

Although the snow is pretty
Donkey hoofs drum a beat
Weather doesn’t matter
They demand it’s time to eat

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

The sunset last night was charming

I hope I drained the hose

Forecast said it’s warming

Surprise again it froze

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

I pulled a bale from the loft
It narrowly missed my head
The donkeys aren’t to concerned
They are closer to being feed

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

The troughs are all frozen
My hatchet breaks the ice
It also put a hole in one
Now that’s a pretty price

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

It’s a little easier walking

Since I broke the trail before
As I head for the house
And contemplate evening chores

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

But still the scenery’s nice

And the donkey’s brays are sweet

So I may decide it’s all worthwhile

Once I thaw my feet.

 

What a hoot, lost my boot!
The snow is cold and wet
Oh what fun to slip and slide
I’ll get to that barn yet

 

Happy Holidays!

Kristi & Teamdonk

with 443 miles traveled in 287.5 hours

of driving time during 2009 & 2010

 http://www.teamdonk.org/ (Website)
http://www.2010teamdonk.wordpress.com/ (Blog)
http://www.teamdonk.wordpress.com/ (2009 Blog)

 

Happy Thanksgiving

November 3rd, 2010

I slipped out of work early to get the four wheeled buggy ready for winter storage.  Yesterday I dressed the buckboard in its new boat cover, which worked perfectly!  Now I have a Cabalas four wheeler cover for the buggy so it will have more protection from the elements, especially next summer when home for it will be underneath the gooseneck.   The new cover fit perfectly and turned out to be a heavy insulated vinyl with an elastic bottom.  Now in order to cover the buggy I had to pull out Teamdonk’s cart.  Whell that did it!  Why not go for a drive?  The boys were in feed jail as I had planned to catch them anyway, so it didn’t take long to twist my own arm into hitching up.  “Even if we just make it quick,” I told myself, “It will be my first November drive!”  Luc started his driving career in 2004, in the past six years, we have never seen a November hitch, but we have now.

The day dawned with an extremely thick heavy fog, left over from the previous night, which hung around until 11 am.  I noticed even at noon the grass was still full of moisture.  It was a sunny 49 degrees at 1 pm with just a slight movement to the cool crisp air.  The temperature at the house read 54 by 3:30, another perfect late fall day.   Last season we had our final drive October 3^rd extending that an extra 30 days is amazing!  What a late summer and fall this has been!

We drove through our newest timothy hay patch, next year this will be known as the middle hayfield. Then past the horse pasture where the boys are greeted with a high speed gallop to the fence.  This heads and tails up attitude with flaring nostrils always get Teamdonk a little excited.  As soon as we pass the horses drop their heads and go back to grazing. 

Luc flushed the covey of quail from the exact same spot along the road, after a month of doing this it was no surprise.  At the corner of Halford and Day roads I planned to turn around with an exit off the road into a stubble field.  Rick had parked his John Deere, with tracks not tires, tractor hooked to a long row of shined up freshly used plows.  Our turnaround swing went around the parked equipment.  Coming back to the road a pickup driver with a young Britney Spaniel stopped for a visit.  He had never seen us before and was amazed! There were lots of questions and good conversation.  We talked bird hunting and I told him about the roadside covey of quail, as he wasn’t having much luck.  I think he was pheasant hunting and not really interested in the quail. 

As we headed for home a McGregor fertilizer truck toped the hill far enough ahead to gear down to safely pass.  Galahad, who was a little apprehensive about the approaching truck that was coming right at us, sez thank you to the courteous driver for slowing it down.  Luc encountered the same covey of quail as they changed sides of the road once again flying up near him. We stopped to watch as they flew off staying close to the ground.  Gary was on his crawler fertilizing his fall wheat that was now about two inches tall.  The fall crops everywhere on the prairie are looking great. The two horses came flying back to the fence line making Luc and Galahad a little defensive.  Our walking speed was 5 mph, I’m guessing that happened with their quick step when the horses came running up behind us.  It was a great drive! 

Tomorrow afternoon the collars, harness and lines will be washed and conditioned.  The cart gets a bath and a wax job then covered.  It’s time to put away all my driving gear until next season.  There’s a cold wet front headed our way for the weekend and snow is forecasted for next week.  This is my last opportunity to get this done! 

It has been fourteen days since our last outing.  In that amount of time the boy’s coats have thickened and they have lost conditioning.  Galahad thought Luc was taking advantage of me in the lets stop for a rest department, but I could see his sides heaving heavily a few times too.  Today’s total time was one hour thirty three minutes, 13 minutes of that was at rest covering four miles.  Not bad!  The boys were a little sweaty, due to their heavier coats, and definitely pooped when we got home.  Luc was hungry, he had missed a meal at the round bale and thought he need to make it up as soon as possible. Galahad went to the roll spot, too tired to roll so he took a nap instead.  This was our last drive in 2010. Boys, thank you both for a short but fun season.

In 2010 Teamdonk has driven 180 miles in 76.5 hours with a total of 33 drives.  Galahad’s 88th hitch was today and our total overall mileage is 443 miles in 287.5 hours to date.

WOW..whatta drive we had!

This was the most perfect driving experience I believe Teamdonk has ever had! We went a little over 7.25 miles in three hours of driving bliss.  Temperature was 58 degrees at 1 pm and at 4:30 it had surpassed the day’s high of 63 and was starting to go the other direction.  The sun felt wonderfully warm all the way to my core, it’s been a couple of weeks since it has offered to do that for me.

We drove the gravel roads to Stites Road and back, with a few detours!  At first I thought going into Day Canyon that Phil, who is deeply plowing our favorite driving wheat stubble to the north, was about to move out of the field.  In my mind I could see him meeting us somewhere on the long steep side of  Day Canyon Road on a tractor that sports a set of doubles, 4 large tractor tires wide, pulling a heavy plow.  I sped the boys up so we could get into a good passing spot if this was his plan.  It seems he must have stopped to make an adjustment, oh thank you! That canyon road is no place to be meeting heavy equipment that also has extra width to it.  This is what Day Canyon looks like when dressed in its spring greens.

Driving past the newly plowed field tickles ones senses.  The warm earthy smells of the freshly tilled soil that has been rotated skyward is delightful.    While it’s still damp with the moisture that has been hidden underneath the topsoil, it has a heavy black color spiked with a few pieces of wheat shaft that will soon break down and disappear.  Mother Nature is hard at work with Farmer Phil getting the earth readied for its next crop rotation.

For a short spell Luc was stomping his inside front foot, he’s never done that before.  So either he had a rock in the frog of the hoof, very unlikely, or there was something on his leg he wanted off… more likely!  He was soon traveling normally.  There were no rocks lodged in his hooves after the drive so it could have been a bee or a wasp.  Whew, we escaped that one unscathed!! 

 As soon as we could safely get off the road we dove into a stubble field that has yet to be tilled.  Okay, I must admit this was one we had yet to explore.  There was a beaten down path that traveled towards the field’s core where the grain trucks had hauled the freshly harvested wheat about six weeks earlier.  Driving that was much smoother than bouncing across the rows. Since the wheat that had escaped off the trucks had already sprouted and was flourishing, it was like following a green pathway surrounded by yellow stubble.  It had that “Follow the yellow brick road” feel to it.  Only our “yellow brick road” stopped at the base of a hill which was fine for us, we simply turned around and followed it back to the intersection of Day and Stites Roads.  Folks around here know this as the ole’ Weber Place.  Wow, that was a super neat exploration!

Back on the gravel road I noticed a white pickup with flashing lights, it stopped on all the hill tops which told me it was flagging something.  It was what I heard that concerned me.  I kept checking behind us until I finally saw it!  A HUGE RED Monster, a shiny new International Quadtrac Tractor valued around $300,000.00, which covered the entire road bed. Now who do you think is going to win this standoff?

We needed a new plan quickly and decided on a good strong trot to the next intersection… Dang, I could tell I wasn’t going to make it, that outfit was going faster than we were… Okay, it was time to bump it into Plan C which was to find a place to bail off the road as there sure as heck was not room for the both of us!  Found a spot to depart, now under normal driving conditions I would never have exited stage right here… but this was an emergency!  I could hear Big Red slowing down so I took another look behind me.  What did I see but the sweetest face of the cutest gal in brunette braids I have ever seen!  I swear she must have had farm fresh freckles too!  She gave me a big thumbs up as she drove past in that huge four wheel drive tractor with a menagerie of equipment trailing behind.  Galahad gave her both ears in an “Oh My God” kind of look especially when he saw that she was three implements long, which is somewhere between 75 and 100 feet in length. That’s longer than a semi with a set of doubles and scarie as ‘ell!~ Love my boys, love my boys, not even a flinch!!!   YEAH!!  We jumped right back on the road and proceeded to follow her as if it were a daily occurrence!

We must have been in an exploring mood as both boys easily turned off the road into a long lane that I have always wanted to drive.   This place is used mainly to access the grazing in Day Canyon.  There are cattle corrals, a shed that has outlived the original homestead place and a big shiny new metal building.  I know the gentleman who farms this property and knew he would not mind if we drove in to take a look around.  I’m certainly glad we did!  If I ever need to get off the road to fix something, this would be a nice safe place to do so!

According to the GPS it was almost Big Yeller’ School Bus time… the kids love seeing the mammoth donkeys pulling the two wheeled cart but we needed to kill some time, like an extra 30 minutes!  It took a little convincing for the boys to head uphill into yet another wheat stubble field instead of heading home.  They were not happy little campers… “Mom, home is that way… remember?” Luc kept reminding me.  We spent enough time that the kids did get to see the donkeys and give them great big waves!  

Before heading up the driveway we made one more stop and that was to retrieve the mail.  No one seemed to be in a hurry at this point so it was a slow trip to the unhitching area with Hank and Merlin, soon to be Teamdonk #2,  following in the pasture… I was wishing this entire drive that it was the beginning of the season and not the end… or is it???  Maybe so, as there is snow in our future, but this is always hope that another nice day will sneak into the weather forecast and we can go again!

This year Teamdonk has driven 176 miles in 75 hours with a total of 32 drives.  Galahad’s 87th hitch was today and our total overall mileage is 439 miles and 286 hours to date.

We had a 6.2 mph jog trot today and a 7.6 mph road trot but mostly we travel around 3 miles an hour just to soak it all up.