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Authors: Vanessa Carvo
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rode or walked along, so I would be able to just rest in the evening and night.
I also began walking more and letting Bailey not have as much weight to carry along.
If it was not for the fact that we lost most of our supplies, riding horseback and walking was less stressful than riding in the wagon, and I am sure it was easier on Bailey as well. I had lost tools, barrels of food and water, medical supplies and clothes.
My backpack only held so much and the saddle bag did not hold much either. I would make do with what I had. I could only pray that God would provide Bailey with enough food to eat along the way and plenty of fresh water.
I was hoping that God would show mercy on Bailey if He could not on me.
We had gone for about a week when Bailey started coming out of his depression over losing Brittany. I woke up one morning to see his face just inches from mine and he was licking my face when he saw my eyes open.
It was a true heartwarming experience to see his old heart coming around; knowing that he too one day, would feel like life is worth living. I got the feeling that Bailey and I would grow even closer from then on due to both of us knowing what it was like to lose our loved ones on this nasty old trail.
I longed to be able to provide a good home for him with plenty of healthy grass for him to roam and eat. I longed for a big tub of hot water so I could soak my aching bones. I longed for a real cook stove so I could bake some bread.
I longed for a bed that I could roll around in as I fell asleep at night.
I longed to have Nathaniel by my side for the rest of my life.
I longed so many things that I was not able to have and it gave me a drive to push myself forward so we could see these longings come.
Day after day we pushed ourselves even more so that we could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Even Bailey seemed to have more energy and a reason to carry on. At night I would lay and dream about our future and I made vows to myself that I would spoil Bailey as much as I could, going on rides and spending plenty of time together.
When I saw food running low with only about a month’s worth left, I would once again set out to find an animal that I could take down. I had finally gotten over killing small animals. I did not enjoy it, but I knew it was necessary in order me to survive.
I was able to find clean water for both of us and we both bathed in the rivers as often as we could. We found ourselves playing in the water and I soon realized that Bailey was all I had left on this earth and he grew more important to me with each day.
I had a good supply of meat saved and had turned it into jerky and that made it so easy to eat my meals as we would travel and then we would stop early evening for him to get a good supper and we would sleep, get up the next morning and do it all over again.
The weather had turned dreadfully hot though and traveling during the day was becoming unbearable. We then began traveling more in late evening and nighttime. I grew to get over my fear of the dark and riding Bailey made the task less stressful because he could see much better than I could. I put all my trust in his eyes and he never led us wrong.
Towards the end of our journey we started back to traveling during the day because we had run into some close calls at night with wild animals and although the heat was a killer, it still felt safer to travel in the daylight hours.
The last week of my journey I lost some of my meat to some coyotes. Bailey and I had jumped into the river to wash and cool off but I accidentally left my backpack open and while we were playing in the river some coyotes come along and they got into my pack and stole my jerky.
I still had a few days’ strips left, but I knew I was now dangerously low. I did not panic, but we carried on in hopes that we would see one of those cutoff roads soon.
One day as we were traveling along a river bank, I filled a canteen with water and we started back on
I also began walking more and letting Bailey not have as much weight to carry along.
If it was not for the fact that we lost most of our supplies, riding horseback and walking was less stressful than riding in the wagon, and I am sure it was easier on Bailey as well. I had lost tools, barrels of food and water, medical supplies and clothes.
My backpack only held so much and the saddle bag did not hold much either. I would make do with what I had. I could only pray that God would provide Bailey with enough food to eat along the way and plenty of fresh water.
I was hoping that God would show mercy on Bailey if He could not on me.
We had gone for about a week when Bailey started coming out of his depression over losing Brittany. I woke up one morning to see his face just inches from mine and he was licking my face when he saw my eyes open.
It was a true heartwarming experience to see his old heart coming around; knowing that he too one day, would feel like life is worth living. I got the feeling that Bailey and I would grow even closer from then on due to both of us knowing what it was like to lose our loved ones on this nasty old trail.
I longed to be able to provide a good home for him with plenty of healthy grass for him to roam and eat. I longed for a big tub of hot water so I could soak my aching bones. I longed for a real cook stove so I could bake some bread.
I longed for a bed that I could roll around in as I fell asleep at night.
I longed to have Nathaniel by my side for the rest of my life.
I longed so many things that I was not able to have and it gave me a drive to push myself forward so we could see these longings come.
Day after day we pushed ourselves even more so that we could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Even Bailey seemed to have more energy and a reason to carry on. At night I would lay and dream about our future and I made vows to myself that I would spoil Bailey as much as I could, going on rides and spending plenty of time together.
When I saw food running low with only about a month’s worth left, I would once again set out to find an animal that I could take down. I had finally gotten over killing small animals. I did not enjoy it, but I knew it was necessary in order me to survive.
I was able to find clean water for both of us and we both bathed in the rivers as often as we could. We found ourselves playing in the water and I soon realized that Bailey was all I had left on this earth and he grew more important to me with each day.
I had a good supply of meat saved and had turned it into jerky and that made it so easy to eat my meals as we would travel and then we would stop early evening for him to get a good supper and we would sleep, get up the next morning and do it all over again.
The weather had turned dreadfully hot though and traveling during the day was becoming unbearable. We then began traveling more in late evening and nighttime. I grew to get over my fear of the dark and riding Bailey made the task less stressful because he could see much better than I could. I put all my trust in his eyes and he never led us wrong.
Towards the end of our journey we started back to traveling during the day because we had run into some close calls at night with wild animals and although the heat was a killer, it still felt safer to travel in the daylight hours.
The last week of my journey I lost some of my meat to some coyotes. Bailey and I had jumped into the river to wash and cool off but I accidentally left my backpack open and while we were playing in the river some coyotes come along and they got into my pack and stole my jerky.
I still had a few days’ strips left, but I knew I was now dangerously low. I did not panic, but we carried on in hopes that we would see one of those cutoff roads soon.
One day as we were traveling along a river bank, I filled a canteen with water and we started back on
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