Howard Wooldridge Bio
Howard Wooldridge was 18 years a police
officer in Mid-Michigan, retiring as a
detective. He graduated from Michigan
State University and speaks 4 languages
+ horse. He is the first person in the
21st century to ride a horse coast to
coast in both directions; Georgia to
Oregon: Los Angeles to New York City.
Due to his travels on horseback, he was
made a Fellow of the Royal Geographic
Society. His horse is the first in the
new century to write a book: Misty’s
Long Ride by Smooth Georgia Mist. He is
one of the five founders of LEAP, Law
Enforcement Against Prohibition.
Currently he is the voice of law
enforcement on Capitol Hill in
Washington, DC.
Website:
http://www.leap.cc
Misty’s Long Ride: Across America
on Horseback
By Smooth Georgia Mist (she is a female
horse!)
About the Book
“MISTY’S LONG RIDE” brings another
dimension to great adventure. It’s
written from the horse’s perspective.
Few authors walk on four legs, but Misty
finds a way to bring humor, ‘horse
sense’ and a feeling of adventure to the
reader.
A Texas cowboy named Howard assures her
they are traveling on a ‘Long Ride.’ It
will take her from the Atlantic to the
Pacific Ocean. With that said he saddles
her up and points Misty westward into a
gathering storm. At first, she didn’t
like it one bit. Her cowboy packed her
too heavy. She suffered. Her cowboy
learned valuable lessons. Things got
better.
“Well into the ride, a kind of
loneliness out in the middle of nowhere
took Howard’s breath away. Sunsets
dazzled with every color of an artist’s
brush. They sprayed shadows across the
mountains and prairies. They reflected
from colossal snow-capped peaks. Each
day, we broke camp before dawn and rode
west away from stunning sunrises.
Oftentimes, Howard turned in the saddle
and shared in words what he saw in those
light banners streaking across the
morning sky. At day’s end, mighty
thunderheads boiled into the heavens
painted with gold, pink, purple and
orange.”
“As good as Howard was, sometimes there
was nothing he could do about our
situation in the burning inferno of
Utah. In that agonizing desert, a man’s
mouth became so dry, he couldn’t spit. I
felt the heat cook my hooves at ground
level where it felt like walking along
at the end of a farrier’s furnace. Above
us, vultures soared in the skies
searching for road kill. Howard pulled
down the brim of his hat and pushed
forward. I followed this cowboy because
he was a Long Rider and I was his
horse.”
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