Draft Horses

onward ho is what we yell when were mounted up, and in the driver seats of our covered wagons right before we charge into the dusty land.  Covered Wagon train. I never heard of anything like it before I lived it. Which was when I was 10 yrs. old of course, but still... when do you ever hear about covered wagon trains comin your way?  At the age of 2 I learned how to balance enough on top of my pony  to where I stayed on as she galloped down the grassy hill. Couldn't see anything either because my hat was so big it had fallen over my eyes. And do you think I was going to let go of those reins even for a second to push up my hat?  Heckkkk no! That was fun. But by the time I was 10 yrs. old, I had already grown out of 2 ponies and my quarter horse and I wanted to learn how to harness and drive the big horses like my grandpa did. When I was 10, I really looked up to my grandfather. He taught me a everything I know about horses and harnesses and wagons... I was the youngest female teamster everyone had ever know. Just me, a silly kid from Napa. Anyways, I spent a lot of time on those dusty roads just watchin the country go by. By the time we made it into camp, I was well ready for our home cooked supper...(I really loved the friend breaad my grandma made. It was the shizzznittyyy)  ANyways, those were the days... the days of innocence... those days long far and lost.