The Mules posted if anybody had a stall Jack that they weren’t using and willing to donate it to the Mules. We want to thank all those who gave a positive response offering the Mules a stall jack. However, the folks at Wind Wolves Preserve offered to repair our old anvil we’ve used for so many years. Thank you Jesus, Alejandro, Alberto, and Landon for repairing our old anvil. A very nice job.
The Mules give thanks on this Thanksgiving Day. We thank all the people who follow our page contributing their energy and effort to this place of one human being alone, but never alone, walking with his or her animal companion peacefully and responsibly, carrying no weapons, but carrying the energy that has been created and harbored for hundreds of thousands of years by all those who have given and resided in this place understanding and knowing the absolute value of true human freedom as only it can be experienced and practiced on this earth. The Mules are happy on this day. We hope the same for you.
We decided to go back to Bakersfield and buy horseshoes. We walked between 15 and 20 miles. It was about 4:30pm, we were going north on Allen Road and Blain stopped and asked us if we needed a place to stay for the night. We said yes, so we stayed at Blaine’s place last night. Thank you Blain for your kindness to the Mules as they travel South towards San Diego.
Upon setting out this morning, we came apon a palm tree dropping many small dates. They were quite good. The mules have feasted on this particular variety all over Southern California.
As we were walking south on Coffee Road, a Bakersfield Police Department police car went by us and circled around the corner. Not too long after that another one did the same. Shortly after that Kern County Animal Services animal control came around the corner. As we were approaching the stop light, an officer appeared in front of us.
He said, “I understand you’re trying to get rid of your animals.” I responded no I wasn’t. He said somebody said it was posted on our Facebook page that we were giving away our mules. We said goodbye. Have a nice day and continued walking.
Question: why would Bakersfield Police and animal control be bothering us about a private matter that’s not true to begin with?
November 4, 2018
This evening, the endangered San Joaquin kit fox stopped to visit us.
Thank you Jerrod Mayfield for shoeing Little Girl once again. Jerrod shoed Little Girl the last time we were in Bakersfield. He did a nice job then. He did a nice job now. The Mules will continue their job to walk freely in one of all four directions all day every day, one step at a time, to shine the light on those who try to stop the Mules from practicing true human freedom on Earth, which brings true human happiness on this Earth.
On Saturday, April 28 as we were traveling thru Palm Springs, it had become time to look for a place to stop for the night. We were looking for a park but found none. However, we found this open field in Indian Wells that was a staging area for tourist buses. We asked the maintenance man if it would be alright to stay here for the night. He said he didn’t know. We said we’ll go back over there and fix our dinner, so we did.
After awhile, a security guard approached us and inquired what we were all about. We said we had stopped here to fix some dinner, but it would be nice if we could stay here for the night. They said go ahead and enjoy your dinner, we’ll check with management. Security guard came back and said yes, it will be fine.
Later, a gentleman came over with some friends. They were interested in our journey. We had a nice conversation and received a souvenir La Quinta Resort & Club hat and water for Little Girl.
The Mules want to thank the people that we met for their hospitality and kindness.
Yesterday morning we had some oatmeal for breakfast then left Cabazon where we spent the night, walked awhile, then met a dinosaur running loose on the bashed and unashamed, defying the control state like us. We enjoyed each other’s company, trading stories and experiences.
After leaving the dinosaurs, we came across this person we thought they should take a lesson from us in efficiency and practicality. All you need is a sleeping bag, some water, extra pair of shoes, a little food. How in the world anybody wants to haul around all this stuff is beyond us. We said farewell and wished them luck. Whoever they were they got a lot to learn.
As we walked along the railroad tracks and through the desert we found freshwater coming from Big Bear. We then stopped under a bridge and caught some shade and rest. There is plenty of good grass out in this desert for Little Girl to eat.
Towards the end of our day, we met Tarra. She was on her way back home and stopped to visit us. We had a nice conversation and enjoyed each other’s company.
We then walked a couple of miles to the outskirts of Palm Springs and settled for the night. 17-miles walked from Cabazon to Palm Springs.
On Sunday, April 22, 2018, we left Hemet around 9am walking approximately 17-miles to Beaumont via Highway 79. It was a beautiful day and we were enjoying ourselves. Little Girl and myself were anticipating our journey east.
Midway between Hemet and Beaumont, a CHP officer pulled his cruiser up in front of us blocking our way preventing our forward motion. It would have meant going into traffic coming at us at 65 mph+. He did not turn on his blue and red flashing emergency lights, allowing traffic to pass at 65+ miles per hour, which is putting the Mules plus himself in extreme danger.
The CHP officer said he wanted to talk to us. We took his picture, turned on our voice recorder, and asked him if we could record him. He said yes.
We then asked what it was he wanted. He said he had been getting calls that there was a horse loose on the highway. We said, “Where is the loose horse? We don’t see one.”
He then warned us not to walk in the roadway. “You must stay on the far right-hand side of the road.” We said that’s where we are. The guard rail is preventing us from going any further to the right and the lane of traffic is preventing us from going any further to the left. We were walking on the shoulder we have a constitutional right in this country to use all city, state, county roads.
The CHP officer then told the Mules that if he got any more calls about us being in the roadway we would be arrested and Little Girl would be impounded. We have said this before to CHP officers but forgot this time to tell them if he comes back and bothers us again we will arrest him and take him to jail.
We walked about 17 miles from Hemet and arrived in Beaumont late in the afternoon. We found an open field near Walmart with plenty of grass for Little Girl to graze and to rest for the night.
Monday, April 23, 2018
Upon awakening in the morning, I checked Little Girl, gave her some water, and moved her picket line to where she could graze on some new grass. I then fixed breakfast, packed up Little Girl, and proceeded to Starbucks not more than a quarter of a mile away.
I tied Little Girl to a tree with a short line in the Starbucks parking lot. [Side note: often times, people complain that Little Girl is tied too short and that she should have more room to move around. A short line keeps her out of harms way of vehicles moving through the parking lot.] I entered the store, bought a cup of coffee, sat down, and proceeded to charge my phone.
I was in Starbucks for about an hour when a gentleman inside alerted me to the fact that somebody was leading Little Girl across the parking lot. I gathered my belongings, went out the door and caught up to the young woman who had untied Little Girl to the tree and was leading Little Girl towards a black pick up truck with a man wearing a dark beard sitting inside his truck calmly.
She was not more than 10 feet away from the pick up truck when I snatched the lead rope out of her hand, and told her I would call the police. She said she was the police. The young woman, approximately 20 years of age, has a pierced nose, lips and ears and did not appear to be a police officer. I then led Little Girl back to the tree where I had her tied, cleaned up her droppings, and left the area.
The Mules didn’t have a chance to thank the man in Starbucks who alerted me that Little Girl was being led away. If you read this, thank you, sir.
After we left Starbucks, we proceeded to walk to Beaumont City Hall to deliver the Declaration of Emergency. Outside City Hall, we stopped to gather our thoughts and sent an email to the mayors, city council members and city managers in Beaumont, Palm Desert, Palm Springs, Banning, and Indio – places we’ll walk through during the next few days as we head east to Arizona. The email described the importance to develop interstate trails and also nomadic lifestyle that we live with a link to the video showing how the Mules responsibly use public space.
Later on, as we were walking along the railroad tracks headed for Banning, we heard a man’s voice beckoning us to stop. We turned and saw the man, who introduced himself as Jeffrey, walking thru the grass, come over to the fence and ask if he could take our picture. We said sure. He said that he has never seen anything like this before and the sight of us caused him to immediately pull over and want to talk to us. We then had a nice conversation as Jeffrey was curious as to what the Mules were doing and where we were going.
The Mules live and travel on the Public Thoroughfare responsibly and honestly with respect and reverence for all. We exercise our constitutional right to do so. This is resented by some and valued by others.
Last night the mules spent the night in Lake Elsinore on a vacant lot. While we were packing up this morning, the Lake Elsinore code enforcement officer approached us and said we could not be here. We said we would be gone in about an hour. He said right now get your stuff and leave. He then called the sheriff.
Sheriff came and said you’re trespassing. If you don’t leave immediately, you will be arrested. We said we were not trespassing. There were no fences preventing our entry and no signs to inform us that we could not be there through the night for the purpose of a night’s sleep. The officer did not pursue the issue any further. We cleaned up after ourselves and left. It took over an hour.
The Mules will be staying in the town of Lake Elsinore tonight seeking a public piece of ground for the purpose of a night’s sleep. We require very little area through the night and are on our way in the morning.
The Megatropolis and its forever spreading cities and towns must come to respect the Mules and the way of living they represent as we are all being driven like sheep into a smaller and smaller area in which to live and raise families. We must establish a place we can all go and practice The Art of Living freely and responsibly in our country. As the Mules practice their ages old nomadic way of life they also show the absolute necessity for such a place we can all go move freely and keep and regain our sanity.
The attitude held by most public officials of the cities we pass through such as Lake Elsinore is utter disrespect and disregard. The mules wonder why because the attitude and demeanor of the citizens of the cities and towns we pass through is always friendly and positive.
The Mules were walking down a dusty road on a hot summer’s day in Mendocino County when a lady named Mary and her husband came upon us in their automobile, stopped and inquired as to where we were going. We said Covelo. She said where are you from? We said everywhere. Mary then looked around, reached around to the back seat bringing forth a jar of something. She said do you like honey? We said yes. She then handed us a jar of honey.
This honey did not look the same as honey we were use to seeing on grocery store shelves. Its color was pale yellow. Later that evening, we found out that it would not run from the jar in 90F degree weather and it was stiff as a board. We then decided to taste this unusual jar of honey so we did and found it to have a most unique flavor and texture never before experienced during our 70 years off again on again casual consumption of honey with such a unique delectable taste.
After about a week to ten days of consuming Mary’s honey and finishing the last bit in the jar, the Mules said to themselves what are the chances of ever tasting honey like that again? The Mules said back to themselves “zero”. We are one timers, good things happen just once, the Mules have learned from 70 past years. Don’t try for a second shot you’ll miss.
On July 26, 2017, we posted on Facebook about Mary’s honey and said “If you see Mary please tell her the Mules need another jar.” We received several responses and one said that it was Mary Osteen’s honey and that Mary is at the Covelo farmers market every Friday.
Well, after about 3/4 weeks, the Mules got a message on Facebook from a lady named Dolores and she said she knew of this notorious lady in Covelo named Mary who sold this delicious unusual honey that would not leave the jar when turned upside down. She knew how to acquire yet another jar of Mary’s honey for us the Mules. The Mules said great.
Dolores said she’ll send it on a fast track. We said we travel a slow track. She said okay slow track. Where? The Mules pondered some then requested that Dolores send this now mysterious jar of honey that won’t leave the jar to a lady named Patricia, who is another friend of the Mules and lives in Norco, CA, a place like Mary’s honey with its own uniqueness where human beings practice and know the extreme value of this ages old sacred relationship between Man, Horse and Earth.
Thus the Mules thank Dolores for sending the Mules another jar of this delectable honey. We also thank Patricia and Mark with us in this picture for being so helpful to the Mules by giving us a place in Norco for a few days to catch up with mail.
During the past month, while we were at Wind Wolves Preserve, we worked (volunteered) about four hours a day clearing the overgrowth on the trail in upper San Emigdio Canyon. We cleared this trail last year, but the brush had overgrown and covered it up again.
After Christmas on the morning of the 26th, we left our camp where we were staying at Wind Wolves and proceeded up the canyon where we passed an old mine (photo above), which I’m sure we passed a few times before, but have never noticed those previous times.
As we went along to the top of the canyon, we passed this big beautiful tree, which had a nice fresh scent. We got to the highway and on the road and proceeded east to Lake of the Woods.
We arrived at Frazier park around 2:30pm. We went to the library to charge our phone, but it was closed.
After that, we met Michelle and her daughter Jessica as we were walking down the road. They got out of their car, introduced themselves and said they followed us on Facebook. They brought Little Girl a big bag of carrots. Every time we go through Frazier Park we always meet very nice people.
As it was getting dark, we spent the night along I-5, awoke in the morning and proceeded to where we are now at the start of Old Ridge Road, which will take us along the ridge, which parallels I-5 going south into Castaic and on into Los Angeles.