Git on My Camel Named Clyde, and Ride . . .
His name was Ty, not Clyde. But when I saw him standing in the lot with two other camels and a sign saying "Camel Rides," I knew I had to take advantage of the opportunity. Hubby Ron looked at me like I'd lost my mind. So did Ron's two brothers and their wives.
Will I be sorry if I don't? I asked myself. I mean, how often will I have the opportunity to ride a CAMEL? It's not like when I was a child waiting in line with the other neighborhood kids to ride Mr. Pony Man's pony, get my picture taken, beg my mom to fork over a few dollars. This was a real, honest-to-goodness, live CAMEL!
Five minutes later I mounted Ty and sat in front of his one hump. Hubby climbed on behind the hump. Before we started, I "talked" to Ty. His ears perked up. He turned his head around to get a better look at me. I remembered what my animal communicator friend Karen Wrigley wrote about a wise camel she once met. (Karen's book, Beyond Woofs and Whinnies, will be published and available for purchase in two or three months. I read the first proof book. It's really good. Be sure to get a copy.)
Of course, we weren't allowed to ride unassisted, even though I never doubted that Ty would behave himself. Chris, one of the attendants, led Ty around a ring for a ride no longer than the ones Mr. Pony Man used to give. And I loved it! It wasn't exactly comfortable, but if we'd had time I'd have gone around again. And then I'd have traded places with Ron and gone around a third time!
After dismounting, I stroked Ty's neck and the thick hair on top of his head. I got the impression he enjoyed it, liked having a customer tell him how special he was, liked that a tourist cared about him. And I did care about him. I still do.
So are you wondering where I was when I met Ty? My husband, his brothers and sisters-in-law and I were vacationing in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, for a week. We'd heard about the musical performance "The Miracle," which depicts Christ's life, crucifixion and resurrection. Live camels and a donkey were part of this incredible performance. My favorite camel was, of course, Ty.
Will I be sorry if I don't? I asked myself. I mean, how often will I have the opportunity to ride a CAMEL? It's not like when I was a child waiting in line with the other neighborhood kids to ride Mr. Pony Man's pony, get my picture taken, beg my mom to fork over a few dollars. This was a real, honest-to-goodness, live CAMEL!
Ron and me riding Ty
Five minutes later I mounted Ty and sat in front of his one hump. Hubby climbed on behind the hump. Before we started, I "talked" to Ty. His ears perked up. He turned his head around to get a better look at me. I remembered what my animal communicator friend Karen Wrigley wrote about a wise camel she once met. (Karen's book, Beyond Woofs and Whinnies, will be published and available for purchase in two or three months. I read the first proof book. It's really good. Be sure to get a copy.)
Of course, we weren't allowed to ride unassisted, even though I never doubted that Ty would behave himself. Chris, one of the attendants, led Ty around a ring for a ride no longer than the ones Mr. Pony Man used to give. And I loved it! It wasn't exactly comfortable, but if we'd had time I'd have gone around again. And then I'd have traded places with Ron and gone around a third time!
After dismounting, I stroked Ty's neck and the thick hair on top of his head. I got the impression he enjoyed it, liked having a customer tell him how special he was, liked that a tourist cared about him. And I did care about him. I still do.
So are you wondering where I was when I met Ty? My husband, his brothers and sisters-in-law and I were vacationing in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, for a week. We'd heard about the musical performance "The Miracle," which depicts Christ's life, crucifixion and resurrection. Live camels and a donkey were part of this incredible performance. My favorite camel was, of course, Ty.
Labels: camels, Pigeon Forge
3 Comments:
This is so cool!
Sally,
Hats off to you and Ron for riding Ty, the camel. I love the pictures! I agree that is quite an unusual experience.
I had a face-to-face encounter with an aggressive camel while I was sitting in a tram in TX years ago. One camel approached the tram and stuck his head inside (2 feet from me). He had a really LONG tongue and was slobbering. It was not a pretty site. Lucky for me, the tram started moving. A camel's tongue is around 16 inches long. I think you can imagine that scene.
Mary Lib, a 16-inch tongue is a really LONG tongue, especially when it is slobbering over you! That could have been a really juicy kiss! Ugh.
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