I got up at 4:30 am and started the process of dragging my wagon wheel. It is huge, heavy and beautiful. It also is my wagon wheel and I will fight for it… 🙂
I know Sveta will be upset with me (she was not 🙂 though) and as I predicted, Boza just ignored me and rolled in the grass as he waited for me to catch up to him. When he and I got hungry and it was time for my pills, we went back home and did our thing, then went back and dragged the wheel home…
It was two kilometers to the spot that I found it, so we had a four kilometer round trip, not including coming home to goof off. I had to do it, for I had a dream that someone found my wheel and took it. Now that would be very unlikely, for it was at the edge of the lake, at the bottom of almost a mountain and it was in the middle of nowhere. Then to boot, it weighs at least a hundred pounds +…
It is propped against our rickety outhouse in the photo above and that outhouse is around 6’7″ to 6’8″ tall. I am 6’3″ and that tells me about the outhouse height. The wheel is very large at least 4 feet tall… (Or more!)
What a beautiful wagon wheel!
Post by Kyle Keeton
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