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“But I don’t care!”

This was an easy 12 mile day. One of the officers who escorted us the day before showed up again with great excitement to be helping two days in a row. Chance got the luxury of riding in a trailer once again. His leg had made tremendous progress and the swelling had mostly gone down, but he wasn’t quite comfortable enough yet to ask him to walk 12 miles. So we buted him (horse equivalent of Ibuprofen) as well as Tiska, whose back was causing her a little pain. Just a little longer guys… we can do it!

We had one brief bit of excitement during the day when we had to cross a grated bridge where you could see straight down into the water. It’s been since California that we’ve crossed one of those, but Satchmo has grown up alot since then and he braved it well. But I had Bella on a leash in the back with Apache (she had to be leashed the entire last week- rules of being in a city) and understandable, she balked at the idea of crossing the bridge. I wasn’t going to ask her to do it anyway since the holes were big enough for her leg to fall in. So I jumped off Apache, picked Bella up in my arms- and was promptly stopped by Mark and the officer! They thought I was crazy and insisted I put her in the police car instead. I guess I’m just so used to taking care of my own problems that it was a little weird to get used to all this help! One obstacle down, one to go.

The biggest ‘obstacle’ of the day was a drawbridge called the “Great Bridge Bridge”. I still have no idea why they say bridge twice! We were continually warned about how dangerous it would be and how congested it was. Undaunted, we pressed on. That’s what we have an escort for! It was only just over a mile of higher traffic, but ultimately the bridge was a piece of cake to ride and the congestion was certainly no worse than what we’ve dealt with many times in the past.  But we were photographed by the Virginian Pilot as we rode across the bridge. Which brings me to my explanation of the blog title.

First, I will say that we have a love-hate relationship with the media. Anyone who has ever been in the media on a regular basis can affirm that they rarely get the whole story right. But on the flip side, it does get your story and cause out there and even if it’s bad press, they say ‘there’s no such thing as bad press.’ So to preface my next story, I do have to give a broad thank you to all the media professionals who supported us along the way- and especially to those who tried really hard to ‘get it right.’

So anyhow, a nice horse enthusiast reporter from the Virginian Pilot came out and interviewed us while we were packing in the morning. She took down many quotes and used some of them. The article was well written, a bit edgy, but overall got the point across. And it covered a huge area of the population, so we were grateful for the exposure for Hearts Up Ranch.

However, our favorite mis-quote of the whole trip came out of this article! After asking about the progress of the fundraising for Hearts Up, she asked about our personal life. She assumed we were trust-fund babies being able to not work for two years, but we informed her that we were extremely dedicated, creative, thrifty, and sacrificed a great deal for 3 years for this trip. Richard stated of our current circumstance after 2 years without pay that “we don’t have two pennies to rub together these days, but I don’t really care because we trust in God to provide for our needs until we get back on our feet.”

What was printed in the paper was “We don’t have two pennies to rub together these days, and I don’t care.” !!!!!! Leave it to the media to leave God out of the equation completely! We DO care some, but it’s all about trusting God and not worrying. We’ve certainly learned that lesson on this trip! So now whenever something isn’t perfect, we joke and quote “but I don’t care!”

Our greatest excitement for the day however, was our first Seagull sighting! Now we knew for sure that we were getting close to the ocean! :)

We stayed that night with a sweet gal who was in the process of selling her boarding stable. She started a campfire, got together a little cookout, and we slept that night under a wood lean-to with the metal roof flapping loudly in the windy thunderstorm that came up during the night. But we slept with a smile on our faces knowing that tonight was the very last night we would have to sleep in a tent…. for the rest of the trip and, for that matter, indefinitely!

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