Funnyjunk, it' s here and Ehere a story
for you all.
Incas. at the time, 16 years old. Hired in Washington (the State) and Fm not sure
if you know this, but it fucking rains A LOT in Washington. So after day
living there Ihad to deal with this gloom}; ass gray sky town.
However, one day my dad gets a transfer to California, which is fucking awesome-
ifs the exact opposite of Washington, dry and humid. It wreaked Hell on my lungs
Naow, my f amily has always wanted to horseback ride through the desert plains,
and since we were in a section ofthe Moj ave fucking Desert, hottest desert Satan
blessed the USA with; we thought wen do it after we adjusted to our new climate.
So we go to the Ranch to rent horses from, (Tm not sure ifyou can do this naow) H
get stuck with a horse that' s kinda derpy. He' s gray, chichiest reminds me ofthe
rainy skies back in Washington. I ask what to call it, hurdle Rancher's sag. -‘none of
the horses have names so that the renters don' t get too attached. Kinda weird but
The horseback riding, while hot and uncomfortable at points, was kind of relaxing
actuallyy I mouldiest sit back in the saddle; the horse trails to take before
circling back to the Ranch. it was peaceful. Certainly better than Washington by
far. Long story short, Ire been through the desert on a horse with no name, it felt
good to be out ofthe rain.