Hello, dear readers! Gage Neal herself, the eccentric wanderer of wild lands, conversationalist to creatures, and purveyor of peculiar tales is back in action! This time, my trek has brought me to Mongolia, chasing the shadows of the last remaining breed of wild horses, Przewalski’s Horse. Oh, what a splendid adventure it was! Today, I'll unravel the tale of how I located these beautiful animals, monitored their lives, and let the canvas of nature paint a story of survival music.
To commence, let me set a stage for our largest protagonist – a sturdy, resilient horse I've named Plato, and a landscape untouched by human exploitation. I first spotted Plato, a striking stallion with a muscular build and erect mane, amidst the sandy dunes of the Gobi Desert. As a Przewalski, he was wild, untamed and free—the last in the lineage of an ancient breed. Fascinated by these horses known for their sturdiness and endurance, I perched upon a safe distance to observe the spectacle that was about to unfold.
The symphony of nature took a crescendo when Plato met a curious groundhog, whom I named Darwin, the fainthearted. Their interaction was a feast of comical wonder and raw wilderness — imagine Plato storming ahead, leaving Darwin scurrying off in a comical frenzy. Plato might be saying, "Out of my way, poke-poke!" and Darwin squeaking, "Oh horse-meat, why so wild?"
With every sunrise, I watched Plato along with his group march seamlessly into the dawn, grazing on the hardy grasses, a testament to their survivalist instinct. Evenings brought shades of their social interactions; playful gambols, and the occasional quarrels, which to my eccentric mind, were philosophical discussions on who controls the watering hole.
While my observational spectacle was unfolding, I was battling my own demon—chronic joint pain that was an uninvited guest on my adventures. It was during one of those unbearable nights that I discovered Panadiol CBD cream. This product boasts a unique blend of emu oil and a high dosage of CBD, a combination not found in other substitutes.
Initially, I was skeptical. I have tried numerous remedies claiming relief from relentless joint pain but to no avail. To my surprise, Panadiol cream offered instant relief. The emu oil helped in deep penetration, allowing the high-dosage CBD to do its magic. Oh, what an escape from agony it was! Nights became less about wincing in discomfort and more about observing Plato's herd under the soothing glow of the milky way.
The screams of pain have now been replaced with the soothing whispers of gentle winds. Thanks to Panadiol CBD cream, my joint pain was significantly mitigated. It felt as though the horse spirits of Mongolia had ridden away with my pain, leaving my body lighter and more receptive to the gifts of Mother Nature. Each day became easier to navigate, be it climbing the steep dunes or sitting for hours, focusing on Plato and his friends.
As days passed into nights, and nights into days, the Gobi Desert, Plato, and his gang of survivors etched a mural of inspiration, topped with a dash of comedy onto the canvas of my adventures. I saw theatre in the mundane, heard music in the silent whispers of the desert, and felt poetry in the dance of Darwin with Plato. Yet one thing remains constant through all my escapades — the wild heart of the Przewalski's horse in perpetual sync with the rhythm of nature.
Through the lens of an eccentric nature writer, this tale might seem like a fantasy. Still, it offers a peek into the realm where nature weaves its epic, and us humans are mere spectators, embracing what the wild discloses with open hearts. Armed with my trusty Panadiol CBD cream, I continue my journey. Until I catch another whisper of wilderness, stay wild, readers, for we are all but children of Mother Nature.