From a roadside motel I see a helicopter, with two large wheels set up like a motorcycle, trying to land. It would be easier without the wheels, I understand, but this is part of the charm of the beast. Later, along a cliff, my horse slips down to a little dusty shelf. And from that shelf, to another lower shelf. This is where I have to leave the horse, which, as it turns out, is more of a mule.