A week ago we came home from the National Dairy Goat Show in Loveland, Colorado, a drive of four days - I do all the driving. When we pulled into the barn area our trip odometer said 2012.7. It was a four day trip - one of us was so heavy that he "couldn't get off the ground", so any upward slope slowed us to 50 or 55 MPH. There were four in our caravan going and three coming.
We left July 3, arriving July 6, with eleven goats - ten milkers and one dry yearling. She went second in her class of more than fifty, with our milkers going tenth, fifteenth and sixteenth. We didn't get National Champion (did that before) but were pleased with our showings. And the trip was really wonderful!
We saw people who were children thirty years ago who were there with their children. One had a picture of her and me taken where I judged a 4H show and she was fourteen. She was there with her nineteen year old son. When I figure out how this keeps happening, I will let you know.
Something I very rarely do is go off my meds. Beginning several weeks before our trip, I did charcoal every day and several days did it twice. This was very special, so I went off all abx for three days, but took all supplements every day. I stopped abx the night before junior show day, staying off for the next day (milker show day) and the morning of the next day, two of my sisters, their families, Richard's daughter, children and father-in-law, (sixteen altogether) came to visit.
The place for the show was "The Ranch", a huge complex in CO. We were penned - 2500 to 3000 goats - in at least three barns and three tents and the show was in a separate barn several hundred feet away. I was very nearly normal, with my old unbounded energy and my walking was very close to what it was before this stupid disease. I was able to lead whoever needed to be led and spent hours in the show ring. Many people commented on my incredible progress over the years.
Another thing is that the barns were probably two hundred feet by two hundred feet. We were penned on the far side so it was two hundred fifty feet to the bathroom at least. I stopped counting steps one time at one hundred ninety and still had far to go. The amazing point is that I walked, walked, walked all day and never got tired. When night came, we lay down on our cots by the goats and slept soundly.
Since the long, long heavy trailer went to Montana to deliver a horse and visit family, we came home in three days, six hundred, seven hudred fifty, and six hundred miles, We stayed at very nice "horse hotels" on the way home. One of our caravan was a professional horse person, and had a long list of good places. She discovered goats recently and found how delightful they are. One of the places was in Lexington, MO and does Civil War reenactments for Nat Geographic.
Now we are home and I am back on all meds, again taking charcoal almost every day. For several days after we got home I took none and my legs got heavier and heavier. The main things I have to say again are: I do not make a good invalid, and if you give this your all, I bet it will work for you, too.