The mule I got to ride down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon was named Sansa. She was the greatest mule EVER! I loved Sansa. She was feisty and tried to sneak a snack all the time (they’re not supposed to eat on the job). But all I ever had to do was tug on the reins a bit and she’d behave again. The following pictures are from our lunch break the first day: I went over to say hello and she took the opportunity to scratch her head all over me. Thankfully the girl who offered to take a picture got it all on film.
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