They load easy you say?

We made it back to Jimar Farm at 7:45 am and William was there to load our horses. It wasn’t until 9:15 that we were able to head out. Li'l Red was a handful. He did not want to load. He reared and scraped his head on the ceiling of the trailer (in my mind it was a gaping wound) then ran off down the road. But he came back and we eventually convinced him in. Sugar Baby loaded much more easily.

The trip back was white-knuckled. Vickie’s rig handled very well, but we worried. It was 95 degrees by the time we got to Illinois and they didn’t want to eat the treats we had. (At the Illinois toll booth, we asked the lady, "What would happen if someone theoretically went through a toll without paying?". Without batting an eyelash, she whipped out an envelope and said, "Send your payment in with this or the fine is (something like) $80." We arrived home shortly before the last rays of light disappeared and unloading the horses was anticlimactic.