After living on the trail for 5 months and riding more than 2,400 miles, I can no longer ask of the boys to keep going. They have given all that they can give and I owe them my life for more than one reason. After crossing into Washington we had thought that we left the fires behind us, but Washington was and is very much so on fire. The thick smoke has taken its toll along with the miles and steep country. It was a hard 3 days of ridding to get from Snoqualmie Pass where we took several days off the trail to rest before we headed to Stevens Pass. The last day it took us 6 hours to travel only 10 miles and we still had 20 miles to go to get to the Stevens Pass ski area. I was able to find a feeder trail that got us down off the crest and to the trailer in a shorter distance. I knew then the ride was over, but this journey is only just the begging.
We have returned to where it all began for me. We have made it to John’s Barn in the Methow Valley, WA. To where 12 years ago, I made my first pack trip into the Pasayten wilderness with a string of mules in tow. Coming full circle, I feel blessed and satisfied with what these mustangs have done. What we have done.
Wether I was able to ride from Mexico to Canada nonstop in it's entirety…doesn’t really matter in the end. What matters is the fact that dad needed a champion. Through this ride I was able to be that champion and keep his name alive and create awareness, and a voice for the Ataxia community to take forward into future.
Though the ride might be over, there is still work to be done, and the project will continue as we work to grow the community and inspire others. The mustangs and I can’t thank our followers and sponsors enough that helped us get to this point. Especially a major thank you to my Mom. Thank you to all!