I am enjoying this trip so far.  The view from the mountains is amazing.  I can see far out into the Queen's land; places I have been, and places I would like to see.  Sometimes the climbing is hard, and we can't go too high before we all, including the ponies and other animals have trouble breathing.  I am having trouble coping with the thin air; the herders are used to it.  The first time I saw the Queen's Castle from the Cliffs of Andoro N'eta, I sat down and stared at it, before remembering I am supposed to be used to that sort of beauty.  I love feeling so close to the stars.  The mountain sheep are amazing, leaping great distances and never losing their footing.

     These ponies we herd are stubborn.  From the oldest mare to the newest foal, thay are all worse than mules.  And I thought Zimm was bad...  They are all friendly, however, and there is one filly in particular that I've fallen in love with.  She's a light red roan with a dark red face and a black mane and tail.  I've named her N'eta, after the first cliffs I set foot on. 

    The legend of N'eta is a fascinating one, an old tale of the herders.  I will transcribe it tomorrow.  For now, it is time to begin checking the hooves of each and every pony on this mountainside.

   May lameness never strike your ponies, and may you stand your ground like a true mountain pony.