Between winds

21 01 2025

While I was photographing Buckeye, walking up the hill with Temple Butte and McKenna Peak in the background, I looked in the opposite direction (always a great idea, no matter where you’re shooting) and found that we were being watched. πŸ™‚

That’s looking west-ish, with Spring Creek’s namesake canyon – north and south rims – behind Mariah. Some of the cottonwoods lining Disappointment Creek are visible in the low background, and the southwestern ridges of Disappointment Valley stretch into the distance. The widest, most open and very lowest parts of the valley are off to the right, beyond Spring Creek Basin’s rimrocks.

Mariah was named by good friend Roy G., who will celebrate his 92nd birthday this summer. He grew up with his family in Disappointment Valley, and he returns twice a year to see the mustangs. I love to meet up with him and his significant other, Donna, in their camper overlooking Disappointment Creek and hear about how he rides his bike more than I ride mine. πŸ™‚ It was a windy day when he spotted Mariah as a spindly-legged baby, and he called her Mariah, as “They Call the Wind Mariah.” (The original was spelled “Maria”; here’s an explanation of the pronunciation via Wikipedia.)

The day I took the pic fortunately was not windy, but the day before and the day after were sharply windy and cold!





Buckeye’s home advantage

20 01 2025

No one could really call me a sports fan (Gig ’em, Aggies!), and certainly this blog about Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs isn’t the place you would think to read about the collegiate football national championship game.

But the Ohio State Buckeyes are playing Notre Dame (what are they? The Fighting Irish?), and my folks not only are from Ohio, my dad is an Ohio State Buckeye. πŸ™‚

Have you wondered why Buckeye is named Buckeye? It’s not because he was born buckskin (though that would have been a good guess). It’s because he was born a couple of days before my mom’s birthday, and she named him when he was a baby!

So we’ll be rooting for the Buckeyes – of course! Go, Buckeyes!

Also celebrated today: the life of Martin Luther King Jr. According to Brittanica, β€œThe day commemorates the life and work of Dr. King, who was a Baptist minister and prominent leader in the American civil rights movement. People are encouraged to use the day to ‘reflect on the principles of racial equality and nonviolent social change espoused by Dr. King.’”

Be kind to each other, and remember, we’re all on this planet together.

And for the incoming president, a hope from the last lines of Irish poet John O’Donahue’s poem, “For One Who Holds Power,” which I read recently:

May integrity of soul be your first ideal.
The source that will guide and bless your work.

(In polar news: Yesterday’s high temp in Disappointment Valley was about 28F. Not frigid, but it definitely was not warm. Buckeye and his family were able to find liquid water in the hoofprints through the ice layer in the bottom of the Spring Creek arroyo, so with that and their winter grazing, they’re not too bothered by the polar vortex.)





Arrival of the front

19 01 2025

The cold front announced its arrival in Disappointment Valley yesterday morning with wind and dramatic skies. Utah’s La Sal Mountains were blocked from sight by a snow squall in/over western Disappointment Valley most of the afternoon.

I drove into Spring Creek Basin briefly, just in time to see a little snow squall rolling from north to south across the eastern ridges of the basin. In contrast to the other day, when the snow blazed a trail across the basin, yesterday, the snow was all around but never atop us.

Horses were visible in the distance, but I decided that this would be more of a scenery day.

On my way out of the basin, I happened upon the group of about 15 pronghorns that have been hanging around together lately. By the time I saw them, stopped, got the camera out of my pack and aimed, at least half of them had dropped off their little ridge.

Away out yonder in those breaks and canyons is the Dolores River.

From back on the Disappointment Road, another isolated little squall was dropping snow along Horse Park, a narrow little valley between Spring Creek Basin and beyond. You can recognize part of the far ridge as the same one in the background of the Maiku pic a couple of posts ago. The rimrocks at the bottom, semi-foreground are the western boundary of Spring Creek Basin.

And just a little south of the previous pic, the squall was still moving south over Temple Butte. In the near foreground are cottonwoods and tamarisk along Disappointment Creek.

This is yet farther south (from my vantage point, I’m looking sort of southeast-ish). While I was trying to get the snow over the very far (and much higher elevation) ridges, a golden eagle was flying over the scene. See it above the cottonwood at left?

We’ll close with another, tighter view across Disappointment Creek and Spring Creek Basin. You can see the basin’s western rimrocks, Flat Top, Round Top, submarine ridge, McKenna Peak and Temple Butte – snow beyond.

Gosh, I love this place. πŸ™‚

Wherever you are, I hope you’re warm these next few days!





Polar-vortex-ready mustang

18 01 2025

Fuzzy Winona-girl is going to need that fluff the next few days as temps plunge with the incoming Arctic blast. Not as cold as elsewhere in Colorado – or even northern parts of the country! – but cold enough. Brrrrr! Stay warm!





In no hurry

17 01 2025

When it’s time to go, it’s time to go, and Maiku dutifully follows. But he’s almost never in a hurry.





Snow = snooze time

16 01 2025

Snowy weather almost always brings out the snoozies in the wild ponies. When I took this pic of Madison and Temple napping, there was another napping-on-the-ground horse to the right and THREE others, all lying down, to the left. Two of those three were standing when I first approached, but they ended up lying down with the others, leaving only the lieutenant stallion standing-napping a fairly close distance away.

I’d walked out to them, then to another band a bit farther away, and I took this pic as I was headed back to the road. In the mud, it wasn’t as easy a hike as on dry ground. Why not join them? It was a good time and excuse to stretch out and take a nap among friends. πŸ™‚





The blues

15 01 2025

There’s not quite as much snow under-hoof as there appears to be in this image with Skywalker, still wet from recently falling snow. … But at this point, ANY little bit is needed and welcome.





Snow line

14 01 2025

Never have I thought it would be cool to see the basin from the perspective of above, via a drone, as much as yesterday. The craziest snow squall I may ever have seen went from southeast to northwest across the middle-ish and western parts of Spring Creek Basin and across the areas immediately southwest, west and northwest of the basin (and I can’t say how far north/northwest it continued). No snow from about Disappointment Road west, and none from just above the corrals (along the road on the basin side in the southwestish area of the basin) on up-valley.

It would have been amazing to see the actual line of snow-no-snow from the air, looking straight down.

The above pic with the pronghorns, in the western part of the basin looking northeastish, illustrates it fairly well. Usually if anywhere gets snow, it’s that eastern side of higher-elevation ridges, not NOT that side AND the lower/interior/western part of the basin.

Morning chores prevented me from getting out until the snow had stopped and the sun was shining through the clearing clouds, but this snow DID make the ground damp – wonderfully so.

Not in the forecast (what is happening with the poor forecasts lately?!), but this snow was very welcome!





Winter bay boy

13 01 2025

There’s Tenaz, showing off his glorious bay coat in all its winter fuzziness again. πŸ™‚ Windy and cold, but the mustangs don’t seem to mind a bit.





All Flash, not much snow

12 01 2025

When a wild pony poses, you generally have about 2.7 seconds to either take the shot or get into position to take the shot … or you don’t get the shot because wild ponies don’t generally hang about posing for paparazzi.

Flash did me a super solid and posed for probably at least 12.8 seconds before he moseyed on after his mares.

Plenty ‘o time. πŸ™‚

That’s snow in the background, swirling and whirling with the wind between us and McKenna Peak and Temple Butte. It snowed in the morning, too, but other than the far eastern ridges of Spring Creek Basin, it left nothing behind. … And by the time I took this pic in the evening, most of what had stuck to those ridges was gone again.

Keep trying, Mother Nature. We need that moisture badly (and that makes me think of the terrible wildfires in California, where I read they’ve had just 0.16 inch of moisture since May … ouch. THAT is just astoundingly dry). Keep trying, Mother Nature. …