When I was younger, I spent a lot of time on a cattle ranch.
I worked many a long day keeping things repaired.
Many hours in the saddle riding fence looking for breaks that needed repair became a way of life for a while.
There were some registered stallions spread out over the ranch to keep them apart also.
One of my jobs was to "introduce" mare to these stallions when they were brought out.
Even with all that I had to do, I had opportunity to take in all Earth Mother had for us to enjoy.
I miss those times.
One thing I am not missing is the constant sickorette that was in my lips.
I no longer have that, or even wish to have that.
When I embarked on this journey, I created the Caravan.
It very well could have been a cattle drive though.
Driving cattle from one pasture to another was never easy.
They like to go their own way most of the time, so keeping them together and all going in the proper direction was not easy sometimes.
We always got the job done though.
We kept after them until we had them where they needed to be.
Your quit is like that.
You have to work to stay on the correct trail until you reach your destination.
That place is the point where you no longer have that death stick in your hand or mouth.
Travel safely my friends and beware the pitfalls Ol' Nic places in your way.
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.