We got to go on a wagon ride yesterday, and Gates let me hook up one of the traces on Moon. The other mule is Moxey. Gates also let me hold the reins for awhile, but I don't think I gave the mules any directional commands. We had a particularly exciting time when a driver in a car came over a hill going about 60 mph on the county road. They had to slam on their brakes and burn some rubber not to hit us, and all the excitement spooked the mules, so they took us off the road a little. I'm not sure why folks don't know how to go slow anymore. Slow seems to be about all I know.
My grandpa went into the hospital yesterday to get help with his pneumonia.