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As Roxy healed up, I settled into town and life here.
I started walking Roxy… Then I started riding her. It took 6 weeks for the wound to completely heal, and 3 weeks for it to heal enough to ride. It’s luck and a blessing that nothing worse than this happened.
Roxy got tired in Oaxaca. We rode 672 kilometers in 30 days from the top to the bottom of that Mexican state. Many days were above 35c by noon, and hardly went below 30c at night. The feed was bad, the pavement hard, the miles long, the temperature hot.
Our first night in Guatemala was kind of sketchy. We were staying in a cheap hotel that had some grass in the yard. The next morning we left El Carmen and rode to Malacatan. This was Roxy’s first ride since getting the hoof inflammation 2 weeks earlier.
Roxy, a purebred registered MORGAN mare. NOT a mustang…A tough as nails, easy keeping, hard hooved, forward going horse from SHOW lines.
We rode south from Tecamachalco, halfway down Puebla, saying goodbye to my friends from that town.
I’m excited to cross into the country I called home for a while, all those years ago. It will be a blast to hook up with Maya Pedal, the group for which I’ve been raising funds and awareness.
It’s been 275 days on the road, and we have covered 3300 miles, or 5280 kilometers. That’s 12 miles a day or 365 miles a month. 20 days of 30 each month riding, 10 days per month rest, which equals 18 miles per day ridden. Over the 9 months on the road, I’ve been riding 330 to 460 miles per month. The average is 365 miles or 584 km per month.
Once I crossed from Doctor Arroyo towards Matehuala I was now in San Luis Potosi. I travelled thru this state for 2 weeks before entering Queretaro. I travelled in Queretaro for another 2 weeks before entering Hidalgo at El Geiser. We rode 340 miles in in 25 days. 18 days of riding. My leg was pretty much back to normal by Rio Verde.
This post is for the people who have no clue how I’m caring for Roxy. Those who assume I’m overusing her or abusing her. It’s also for the curious and interested.
Near the end of January, we started into Arkansas from Mississippi. After crossing the mighty Mississippi via the Greenville Bridge, we went west for a bit.
