The guide tied my donkey to my mom’s. I felt kind of stupid, but still it was really cool. But the next day I was the only one out of the three of us that wasn’t complaining about how sore they were. Mom and John both said that their, butts and legs were killing them after sitting on those hard saddles for so long. The kiddy saddle I had to use had been padded on the bottom, back and sides so I was feeling just fine.
If I had to choose between the first night and the second night as to which was better I’d have to say that the second night was better hands down! John had found a place for us to camp a little ways off the highway where there was no traffic or people around for miles.
