The little guy or gal is not real young, about 26, having been born in 1986. He/she's white and really cute, though small, but that's OK, it makes her easier to manage and takes less food to keep going.
|My other option was to buy this house in Montana. Not much of a contest.|
So, I went over to Colorado today and took a look and soon signed the adoption papers. I won't be able to bring her home for a few days, but I'm excited. She's in excellent shape and will be a perfect companion, faithfully carrying my food and water and bedroll and rock hammer.
Won't be long until we hit the road to go prospecting. I know we're going to find gold of some type or another—gold or silver or at the very least, uranium.
And for sure I know we'll find the mother lode of adventure.
Update: I think I'll call her "Brighty" after the burro Brighty of the Grand Canyon.
|Cute little gal, eh? It's not the photo, she's just naturally fuzzy, you know how burros are.|