OH MAN lsdlusfblksjduiwjf alj87538420834 I rode a donkey for 2 hours and it was the best 2 hours. Thats maybe the weirdest/ easily misconstrued sentenced I’ve ever typed with my tiny woman hands. But it is no exaggeration. I found this great little spot in Vegas called the Cowboy Trail Rides, called these cow-people up and went on a horseback riding trail of Red Rock Canyon. It was so pretty, about 50 degrees, so kinda cold. And early. I hate anything that happens before 10 am, but this was well worth it. It started around 9 am, but we had to be there by 8:30 to get suited and learn how to ride these mountain dwelling beasts. The best part is that I signed up for HORSEBACK riding. But in a group of 10 people, we were the only two to end up with MULES. MULEBACK riding!!! But man oh man did we ever come out on top. Turns out mules are way better at navigating that rocky terrain. Everyone ATE OUR MULE DUST!! suckers.
Especially the one loud mouth lady that kept asking our guide Deryn 109399780227484 questions about western riding and the history of every cactus we passed. She was too much to handle. So my little mule kicked up his little mule feet and we got the hell outta dodge. Anyway it was the most beautiful, best 2 hours of going on a hike but on the back of a mule, and not actually using my legs at all. So to that, I cheers you Dusty the Donkey. I love you always.
is there a difference between a donkey and a mule? I’ll google it later*
*no I won’t.