I was happily on my way to Houghton yesterday when I realized that I wasn’t where I thought I was!  Hot and humid and an ambitious amount of miles to cover even without getting lost – I absolutely should have had my compass around my neck (and didn’t).  I was passing a driveway when I heard a woman on a lawnmower calling into the house – “come out and look – horses!”  I pulled into the driveway so the ponies could say hello – good call!  Water and apples and graze and adoration for the ponies, lunch and a sorting of the maps for me.  A&MJ, with whom I’d stayed the night before, had offered to bring some of their lovely hay (and the packs) to Houghton College for the ponies (we’re here for a long weekend and I’ll be talking to the “Adventure Trails” class on Tuesday afternoon) so I called them and let them know that I’d gotten lost, that we were 15 miles from Houghton at 2pm and the ponies were dragging.  They hooked up their trailer and came to the rescue.  Meanwhile Brandie was busy with her camera…