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There's trails in them thar hills.

Unfortunately for yours truly, the trails are privately owned by the Trillium corporation, which is suffering some financial difficulties as of late. What was verbal permission, obtained in 2008, has turned to no permission at all as the land has been posted with No Trespassing signs at every inroad. Much of it goes on the auction block on June 4th as part of a  timber land package.

Seeing as my "get rich quick on the internet" scheme doesn't seem to have fruited yet, I won't be offering up the 1 million dollar opening bid. I do, however, have an even better idea.
All we need is one very mulish and wealthy reader to jump on board with me, and we will have the makings of a wonderful adventure!

Here's the proposal:

Wickersham Equestrian Center and Convention Place.

It will feature trails (already present), camping (there are some lovely spots), an indoor arena/barn/trail course/stadium jumping arena/dressage court (at a modest extra cost), a cross country course, driving trails (already present, pending some modest accessibility changes), big rig parking, and a big "ears to you" from Wickersham's very favorite welcomer . . . me, Fenway Bartholomule. Together, we can host wonderful three-day events, dressage shows, driving trials, mule symposiums, clinics, benefit rides, mule auctions . . . you name it! It could become the nation's hottest mule destination since Bishop, California. It could become the world's biggest horse attraction next to WEG and Rolex!

Southern Whatcom county needs a public arena and XC schooling course, and I need more trail access security. It's a perfect, win-win situation.

So, wealthy donor: you just need a couple million dollars, plus a couple more for development . . . some kick-ass liability insurance, a skilled team of architects, engineers, and builders, a good facility manager, and a few years of dedicated service from all of them. In exchange for your contributions, I offer my services as your PR person and official Greeter.

"Fenway Bartholomule welcomes you to the Wickersham Equestrian Center and Convention Place. Please enjoy your stay!" Has a ring to it, doesn't it?

Eagerly awaiting your reply,
Fenway




Comments

  1. UpupaepopsMay 11, 2010 at 10:50 AM

    I was talking to a fellow Saturday at Larrabee and he said they were involved with Back Country horsemen in a new parcel east of the south Bham area. i am not sure of the exact name of the parcel but if I remember correctly ( and forgive me he was awfully cute so I may have been addled) it is 9000 acres

    I am certain no public property will ever include schooling X country jumps it will include a trail system.

    This it be good.

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  2. SylviaMay 12, 2010 at 6:41 AM

    If I had a million dollars (If i had a million dollars)
    I'd buy you many acres (I would buy you many acres)
    If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)
    I'd buy you a barn for those acres (maybe a nice post and beam or morton)
    If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars )
    I'd buy you some tasty hay (some real nice alfalfa hay!)
    If I had a million dollars I'd buy you love (but you have that from farmwife and your fans)

    If I had a million dollars
    I'd build a barn in your yard

    If I had a million dollars You could help it wouldn't be that hard
    If I had a million dollars Maybe we could put some raspberry bushes in that yard
    Wouldn't that be fabulous?!

    If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars )
    I buy you a new fly sheet (but the one you have looks oh so sweet!)
    If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars )
    I'd buy you another goat (like a nigerian dwarf!)
    If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars )
    I'd buy you a box of poptarts! (a years supply of pop tarts!)
    If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love


    If I had a million dollars
    We wouldn't have to wait for the harness fund
    If I had a million dollars
    We'd take a trip to new zealand!
    If I had a million dollars we could go to hawaii and new hampshire!

    If I had a million dollars(If I had a million dollars)
    I'd buy you Wickersham Equestrian Center and Convention Place!!

    If I had a million dollars(If I had a million dollars)
    I'd buy you Wickersham Equestrian Center and Convention Place!!

    If I had a million dollars(If I had a million dollars)
    I'd buy you Wickersham Equestrian Center and Convention Place!!
    If I had a million dollars....If I had a million dollars....If I had a million dollars
    If I had a million dollars I'd be RICH!

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  3. Marnie JacksonMay 12, 2010 at 9:12 AM

    Uppupaepops, how exciting! I can live without a jump course. I just want dedicated open spaces and the occasional bite of delicious grasses.

    Sylvia, you're brilliant AND generous. I can't wait until you win the big one!

    XOXO FB

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  4. SylviaMay 12, 2010 at 9:57 AM

    Credit to Barenaked Ladies--'if I had a million dollars'

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