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Published in the October 2011 issue of Arabian Horse World

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  • 186 b ARABIAN HORSE WORLD b OCTOBER 2011

    Journe ContinuesThe

    It was early in the morning, maybe just before 5 a.m. Some

    sort of bird that had the biggest vocabulary I had ever heard

    woke me up a little earlier than usual. I was glad to be up,

    though. Soj and I had a long ride that day and I wanted to get

    an early start.

    I grabbed a mound of hay and grain and brought it over to

    Sojourner, who was now awake as well and excited by the sound

    b y L i n n y K e n n e y P h o t o s b y M e l i s s a W r i g h t

    As our readers remember, Linny Kenney rode across the U.S. on her purebred Arabian WPTR Runnin Rebel (Ortalion x O Piaget by *Piechur), aka Sojourner; along for the ride was her good friend Walter Rowland. We chronicled their cross-country journey in our June, October, and November 2010 issues. For those

    whove wondered about Linny, Walter, and Sojourners lives after the ride, we offer the following, submitted

    by Linny herself.

    of the grain bucket. I opened the back hatch of the truck and

    got the cooker out to brew some coffee.

    I had noticed Walter wrapped up tight in his sleeping bag

    when I first got up, but when I glanced over at him this time

    he was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand

    watching me. His expression was different. Something was

    different.

  • 186 b ARABIAN HORSE WORLD b OCTOBER 2011

    Journe ContinuesThe

    It was early in the morning, maybe just before 5 a.m. Some sort of bird that had the biggest vocabulary I had ever heard woke me up a little earlier than usual. I was glad to be up, though. Soj and I had a long ride that day and I wanted to get an early start.

    I grabbed a mound of hay and grain and brought it over to Sojourner, who was now awake as well and excited by the sound

    b y L i n n y K e n n e y P h o t o s b y M e l i s s a W r i g h t

    As our readers remember, Linny Kenney rode across the U.S. on her purebred Arabian WPTR Runnin Rebel (Ortalion x O Piaget by *Piechur), aka Sojourner; along for the ride was her good friend Walter Rowland. We chronicled their cross-country journey in our June, October, and November 2010 issues. For those

    whove wondered about Linny, Walter, and Sojourners lives after the ride, we offer the following, submitted

    by Linny herself.

    of the grain bucket. I opened the back hatch of the truck and got the cooker out to brew some coffee.

    I had noticed Walter wrapped up tight in his sleeping bag when I first got up, but when I glanced over at him this time he was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand watching me. His expression was different. Something was different.

  • Oh! Morning! I said, Do you want some coffee?

    There was a slight pause. You know that second someone takes to just look, to just be. It was a moment. It was our moment the moment we fell in love, I guess. A moment that deserved a second of silence and realization and the answer to the coffee question would just have to wait a second.

    Sure, he said with a sort of sly smile.

    I fumbled around for the other mug and went about things normally, but in my head I was thinking, What the? What? What was that?

    Later on that day I would talk to Soj as we clopped along together through the silent desert. I dont know, my little Sojer. I just dont know, I would say to him, watching his ear turn back to hear me. Then I would take out my voice recorder and talk into it saying things like, Was I wrong about that look? I dont think so. Should I talk to him? Oh shoot. I mean this is Walter! I have to be careful with this. I didnt think the voice recorder would provide any answers for me, but I wanted to remember those thoughts. I knew it was something big.

    My mom had told me to be careful about any romantic involvement with anyone on the ride. She knew I needed every amount of focus and determination I could muster up to accomplish such a massive trek and I knew she was right. I didnt want anything to get in the way of it. Sojourner and I needed Walter, and as wonderful as love is, it has been known to have how shall I say an invasive side.

    I dont know if things are meant to be or written in stone long before our arrival on earth, but one things for sure, there was no stopping what was to come. Sojourners ears perked up and forward and his pace quickened right along with my heartbeat every time we would turn a bend and see Walter off in the distance waiting for us. It was as if Sojourner was saying, Come on, lets go. This is going to work.

    So I let him take me, often times at an excited canter, to the man I would marry. Our wedding was on September 18, 2011. Sojourner was brought down the aisle to us with our

    rings tied in his mane. He was set to finish what he had started. Somehow that miraculous horse, the journey, the challenge, and the beauty of the whole experience allowed Walter and me to see our

    187 b ARABIAN HORSE WORLD b OCTOBER 2011

    120 guests watched as Linny and

    Walter exchanged their vows. The

    cake was a nearly exact replica of

    Linnys grandparents cake. The

    topper reads where two trails

    become one road.

  • 188 b ARABIAN HORSE WORLD b OCTOBER 2011

    love for one another 12 years after striking up a friendship. The wedding was perfect, but it came and went like a

    massive wave, pulling out just as fast as it crashed in.Just keep it slow and this moment will last forever,

    young Mason Fyffe of Garrison, Kentucky, had said as he gave us a ride in his wagon pulled by his mini pony. We had ridden many miles, with many more left to go. An old soul for sure, Mason, maybe about 10 years old, offered to us his words of wisdom.

    But the truth is, no matter how hard we may try to slow the clock, moments do come and go and as I write this I am sitting in a coffee shop reflecting on things that have passed. My new husband is around the corner at a bookstore and Sojourner is back at the house probably nibbling on grass with his little pony pal, Wicklow. My childhood dream accomplished, the love of my life married.

    As the Bakers wife said in Stephen Sondheims musical, Into the Woods:

    Oh, If Life Were Made Of Moments, Even Now And Then A Bad One--! But If Life Were Only Moments, Then Youd Never Know You Had One.

    I suppose what she and Mason are saying is that not every second of life is going to whirl you into an intoxicating thrill, but thats OK. When such a moment does come, be there. Fall into its mercy and let it stain your skin and seep into your soul. In that way it lasts forever. Its your moment; and as time brings us and and takes us, there will never be a doubt that your moments were lived, not passed.

    To see more photos and read Walter and Linnys wedding vows, go to www.arabianhorseworld.com.

    Left: With kisses and hugs goodbye to

    Sojourner, Linny and Walter head off

    to Italy for their honeymoon.

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