Editor’s note: Rio, a Morgan horse, and Catherine Schultz, a.k.a. Cat, are sharing their adventures in a week-long, 2,000-mile journey from Grand Junction, Colo., to Asheboro, their new home. Every day Cat, a retired schoolteacher, will update their progress as they hop from one National Forest and Park to another. Unfortunately, the pair are still experiencing the truck and trailer trouble that delayed them Saturday.


The moral of this story is: Don’t let anyone connect your rig for you!


Where is Rio?


Waiting for me to come get him.


Where is Cat?


Heading out to find two in-car fans to cool with no air conditioning.


Yes, we’re still in Colorado, but I know why the Cosmos hasn’t allowed us to leave. I didn’t dig up a pound of Grand Junction dirt to release us from the Indian Lore that traps people in the valley. The dirt is the only way of escape.


I didn’t believe that mythology until today. Where am I going after getting the fans? To get some dirt. Then to find the nearest river to jump in and cool off.


Happy Trails (soon, soon, I hope!),


Cat and Rio