Our daily commute

After dinner was no time for lounging. Bellies full of fried this and that we would pull out flash cards of muscles, and the stack of equine technical books that adorned the kitchen living area and consume information until our brains grew heavy and tired. I would usually stay up until midnight, still adjusting to the three hour time difference from the pacific coast. Each morning we arose at 6:20 or so, showered and went downstairs to have breakfast with John. I had brought 2 pounds of coffee with me. If anyone can understand the love a Northwesterner has for coffee then that won't sound so strange. I couldn't have survived without it.
We took turns driving, Charly and I. We would come from one end outside of Buchanan and pass through to the other end arriving at Ameythst Acres Equestrian Center where Mark and Debbie ran an Arabian Breeding Farm. The drive each morning was stunning. With coffee in hand we would pass beautiful green hills with pastures of horses, and cows. A little stream running through one would often have herons and egrets standing in the morning light. The air was cool, although a bit moist with leftover humidity. The day would promise to reach into the hundreds for sure.