The plan for Friday was for Jennie's truck to be magically fixed early. Then we could get to the show early and set up stalls and camp. Our third member had to work and would grab Dickie when she got off. Ponies were dirty, the motorhome needed to be picked up, and all of my things were still in wounded truck. At some point Jennie needed a ride to her truck and all of the various vehicles happened to be located in suburbias on opposite sides of the city. Truck took forever to get fixed but it was fixed. Traffic was a bitch but we fought it. And just as our third Musketeer was picking Dickie up we hit the road ourselves.
|Tari princess getting ready for her first 3 phase event.|
|Dickie's worried a little when he arrived but dinner made it all OK.|
|Nom Nom Nom|
|Our circle of wagons in the wild west.|
|With the help of our trust grill the humans finally earned dinner too.|