I’ve been hiding since I got home. I’ve only seen my family and one or two friends. Why am I hiding? I don’t know. I just really don’t want to be seen by strangers at the moment, and almost everybody feels like a stranger. I have a strong desire not to be known or judged...
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Well, if you ever feel like a visit from a stranger, I’m available. Your pal Budder
I spent over a year building my first horse farm — everything from fencing, to building a French drain system, laying rock down around the perimeter of the barn and constructing a driveway to the barn from the road for hay deliveries, to building horse stalls, a composting stall for the horse manure, setting up blanket racks, halter holders, feed bucket hardware, custom cutting and laying 3/4″ rubber mats down in each stall, organizing this and that. I loved that farm and it was extremely special, sacred to me. After 8 years, we had to sell our farm. The people who bought it ripped out all the fencing, tore down all of the beautiful tongue and groove pine horse stalls inside of the barn and the compost stall — they even chopped down every single tree on the property — there must have been a hundred trees. I used to call the trees my Enchanted Forest. I loved that place. The first (and only) time I drove by the farm after we sold it, I almost vomited from the despair of it all— a labor of our love for taking care of our animals obliterated as if our animals and our dream of caring for them never existed. I know this pales in comparison to the dogwood tree that your father planted, but I only mean to convey I understand the devastation and the loss.
Speaking of loss: I am sending deepest condolences on the loss of Cookie and her friend. I know you have been diligently following their story and bringing your followers up to speed with the facts and truth of the situation as it unfolds. Saying this situation is a terrible tragedy is an understatement and my heart goes out to you, to their family and friends.
As far as the race — I’d humbly suggest that perhaps Moitessier is, more so, remembered for not finishing the race back in 1968 — for ultimately racing his own race by dropping out of the race. You are a remarkable woman of spirit and heart and whatever journey you choose to follow — whether it be the GGR or Olivia’s Rebel Route — it will be the right decision — and I am confident you will have a legion of supporters rooting for you along the way, me included of course. 💕🤗
I’ve read and watched a lot of things about the GGR. It’s a fantastic race, but in ways it steals the soul. You know who you are and do not need to be an entrant for the sake of your soul. Either way we care for you and hope you have a great Christmas! Lyn
Dont worry at all about race or some competition, later in life you ll know i am sure see the irony and delusion of all that. Follow your heart Olivia you know that is the most important. I havent read but the comments of others and seems like you had a loss , just heal that and take YOUR TIME.
All my best , best holidays to you , mucha suerte! Cuidate