Throughout the course of the day, I was stopped several times. Sometimes for pictures, occasionally to pet the horses and always to chat.
In the City of La Jara, I pulled the wagon into Jack’s Market to pick up some groceries. The folks at the market were great, and even went to the trouble to run a garden house outside so I could top off my water tank and fill some empty jugs.
While we were there, a ton of people stopped by to chat and see the team. My visitors included a carload full of old Hispanic Cowboys that were full of questions, but had limited English. Then there was the pregnant lady with her two year old son, who was initially scared to pet the horses, but almost cried when his mom carried him away. Another visitor I remember was a pretty young lady who was afraid to touch Bill; but, when he leaned into her hand, she couldn’t get enough!