“That cow has a decent medial suspensory ligament.” That’s what Lulu told me the other day as we walked past the dairy barn. If that weren’t confirmation enough that my education dollars are well spent, she just sent me this photo that she took during class today.
Speaking of farm animals, I decided against doing the big long river trip in Nepal. I am a big chicken. The thing is, I didn’t know enough about the company to want to entrust my life to them during that three-day segment of the trip when an overturned raft could be fatal. Call me old-fashioned.
Actually, I have a bigger reason for changing my plans: the cost of the longer trip and taking an extra week off of work aren’t financially feasible
Instead, I’ll do a shorter river trip, probably the Kali Gandaki, which is the one I’d planned to do a year ago. It’ll be plenty hair-raising but a little closer to civilization so they won’t have to carry my corpse as far. And what if my traveling companions are buttheads? In that eventuality, three days in the wilderness would be a lot less painful than ten. (I know this for a fact. On the Magpie expedition there were some great people — even Richard Dean “MacGyver” Anderson was quite funny — but all it took were two vicious people to contaminate the experience.)
So I bought my plane tickets today. I should be excited but all I am is scared about money.
Here’s a video I found on YouTube of the Kali Gandaki: