Winter whites

30 11 2024

Let me first say that the basin does NOT look like this currently/anymore. 🙂 This was a few mornings ago under about 3 inches of fresh snow. Much of it has melted, except on north-facing or other shadowed slopes and arroyo walls. So I hope you also don’t mind some more pix of snow-ponies because I took a great many that day!

This is Mariah, looking at another band from her location down in a little drainage between … not ridges, really, but places of higher ground. Clouds were still swirling, and the sun had yet not managed to clear them into the blue sky we’ve had since.

You know, it’s a crazy phenomenon: I could feel the cold – and it was *sharp* – on my walk out to the horses, but while I was WITH the horses – even before the sun made its appearance and I realized I hadn’t even thought about sunscreen with the shine so warm on my cheeks – I didn’t feel it at all. I was standing, sitting, stretched out on my belly – in 3 inches of snow!

I consciously noted how cold I was before I got to them.

I consciously noted how NOT-COLD I was when I was with them.

And it’s not the first time (and I know it won’t be the last). There is that weird (wonderful) bubble of … all-rightness? … that comes with being in their presence.

Do you ever lose track of how hot or cold or windy or still it is when you’re immersed in nature/something/somewhere you love? Do you *realize* you’ve lost track of any of that? Like an awareness you just can’t explain. Part of the magic, I guess. 🙂





Nature’s grace

29 11 2024

Terra’s very name connects her to the earth, in all its seasons, all its lights. It could be the name for every mustang, every wild thing.

So beautiful.





Season of gratitude

28 11 2024

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Wherever you are, whomever you’re with, I wish you love and gratitude today, especially, of all days.

I am so grateful for my family, for giving me the love of horses and each other. Your support is a gift every day that I cherish wholeheartedly.

I am amazingly grateful for Spring Creek Basin and its beautiful mustangs, who lift and fill my heart every day.

I am blessedly grateful for my friends, many of whom I’ve made on this mustang journey – but not all.

I am very grateful for you readers of this blog, that joy and love of the natural world and these wild horses and places has brought you here.

Be well, and here’s to another year of gratitude and love for the goodness that surrounds us!





Can’t-be-contained bonus

27 11 2024

When I was a young Coloradan, newly moved to Durango from Texas, my then-co-workers at The Durango Herald can attest to the fact that the first time snow fell that winter, I went a little bonkers with excitement.

Not much has changed, 22-plus years later. 🙂

We had another great (rain to) snowfall overnight, and it was a wonderland of white this morning – and muddymuddymuddy underneath. The snow is nearly all melted – at least down-valley – now, but rather than wait for tomorrow, here’s a peek at the Thanksgiving-Eve bounty in Spring Creek Basin:

Shortly after sunrise, Chrome’s Point, looking south-southeastish. Flat Top and Round Top are at left in the distance, and Filly Peak is at right.

Looking back north-northwestish, the difference in light is dramatic (this was maybe only 10-15 minutes after the first pic?) as the clouds linger at the higher elevations south and east of Spring Creek Basin and have started clearing to the west and north (though the mountains were engulfed in clouds the whole time I was out).

Holy heavenly light. If I’d been able to see that spotlight of light, with my own eyeballs, at the time, I would have brought out the big gun (these are all from my phone – handy little pocket cam that it is). Wow. Knife Edge is ahead to the left; Brumley Point is visible at far right. Temple Butte and McKenna Peak are still completely within the clouds.

Round Top – aka Saucer (as in flying) Hill – with snow still pouring from the moisture-laden clouds to the southern ridges of Disappointment Valley and beyond to the Glade.

I was just below the base of Knife Edge with mustangs when Temple Butte and McKenna Peak were starting to emerge from the still-billowing clouds. Dramatic much?!?

Heading back to my buggy and the road, looking upstream at the Spring Creek arroyo toward its source at McKenna Peak … Temple Butte behind it … submarine ridge to the right … Brumley Point straight ahead (it sits right on the basin’s southeast boundary) … Round Top at far right. Water WAS trickling through the bed of the arroyo in some places (like where I crossed).

From the ridge at the main/original water catchment (oh, how I hope this snow provided lots and lots of water for our catchments!), looking eastish across the basin. I mean … who DOESN’T get giddy at the sight of snow?! 🙂 Knife Edge is the ridge at far left with the top rim just barely free of snow. See the trees at the base of the ridge at almost farthest left? That’s where the ponies are (the ones I visited, anyway).

This one’s a little out of order, but it sums it all up. 🙂 I love mustangs; I love snow; I love Spring Creek Basin and its mustangs in the snow!

That’s our water. Our moisture. Our lifeblood for growing things.

So, so, so, SOOOOO grateful this Thanksgiving Eve. Happy gratitude to all you wonderful readers and your families on this, my very favorite holiday. Hope you all get to spend it with those you love, in places you love. 🙂





Snow and raven flying

27 11 2024

A raven flies in front of Temple Butte, seen dimly through rain or snow yesterday.

We got spits and not much else of the “showers” promised by the forecast. … Here’s hoping today’s snow forecast is at least partially accurate.





Cliff dweller

26 11 2024

Just checking what you’re doing back there. … Just in case. … Not that I’m really interested. … Just checking.

Sweet Winona, you beautiful girl. 🙂

This might be the last golden sunshine for a couple of days. We have rain and rain-turning-to-snow in the forecast. We’re ready for more moisture.





Peace in the valley – again

25 11 2024

Fourth rifle season ended a little past sunset last night – thank goodness. Every year, the human pressure increases. Where once it was horrible only during third season, now all the seasons have their pressures … from the first of September through late November. It’s exhausting for the animals (of which I’m only one two-legged critter).





Wave

24 11 2024

To catch up with his mare, who calmly walked past me, Corazon had to gallop a short distance to catch up.

I didn’t mind at all. 🙂





Double the beauty

23 11 2024

Temple and Madison go together like, well, McKenna Peak and Temple Butte! Long-time besties.





Stepping carefully

22 11 2024

I don’t really remember what Seneca was stepping over here while she grazed, but as tall as that grass (still) is, she had to be sure of her hoof placement.

Even as we ease on toward winter, the days are chilly and the nights are below freezing, but the horses take it all in stride.