Bionic Draft Horse was cheery and chuffed. After five weeks of hobbling and bobbling about on her brand new bionic hip, she had nixed the sticks. No more Zimmer frame! No more cane! No more pain! Well, the latter was a lie but it didn’t matter as she called her mate, Mountain Goat, for a natter.
“Mountain Goat, the moment has materialized for a milestone
mission. Literally, my maiden mile, and some stones on a massive venture looping
Lake Mamie. Will you join me?”
“Bionic Draft Horse, I would be delighted to dilly dally and
loll and stroll along the lake.”
And so on a slightly smoky late-summer morning, they set off
to circumnavigate a lovely lake that lay below lofty summits. As usual,
Mountain goat skipped and tripped down the broad path, more leisurely than
usual, kindly accommodating Bionic Draft Horse who lurched and listed behind with
a purposeful plod.
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| Setting off around massive Lake Mamie below Crystal Crag and the Mammoth Crest |
“Be sensible, Bionic Draft
Horse,” she cautioned her chum, “You must not stumble or tumble as that would
cause trouble on the double”.
Bionic Draft Horse chortled and chuckled. Mountain Goat
telling her to be sensible? What was the world coming to?
At the end of the lake, they lolled on a log, lollygagging
at the lake’s pleasant and placid reflections. Mountain Goat had a costume change
as the air had grown teensy weensy bit more tepid and she needed to strip a
sweater. Strangely, there were no snacks but then again, they had been moving
mere minutes.
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| Mammoth Mountain from Lake Mamie |
Across the rocks, through the sand, around the outlet
stream, and up the opposite shore they toiled, pausing to pick up fine filament
line left by lazy anglers. Finally, after a testing and torturous total of 33
minutes, they completed the massive Lake Mamie maiden mile milestone together.
What a fine micro adventure! The first of many (likely longer) more to come.
Hip hip hurray!
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| Bloody fishing line rubbish |
