
I wouldn’t look at the photographer, either, if I had grass like that. 🙂

I wouldn’t look at the photographer, either, if I had grass like that. 🙂

Seriously, it’s time to put an end to the myth that all wild horses are starving on all public rangelands that they (and they alone) have destroyed.
Love,
Spring Creek Basin mustangs
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Link to links about how to help people and animals suffering from the after-effects of Hurricane Harvey in Texas.
My folks have lived in Texas since 1992 (after an earlier tour of duty there in the early 1980s). Fortunately, they were on the northwestern edge of the swirl and are grateful for rain received after extremely hot and dry conditions. Our hearts are with all those affected by the devastation.

Rain at sunset over Utah’s La Sal Mountains, looking to the northwestish – golden rain.

And looking to the eastish across Spring Creek Basin to McKenna Peak, Temple Butte, Brumley Point and beyond … pink rain.
Mother Nature has a pretty amazing palette out here in the wide, wild, beautiful world. 🙂

Maia and the La Sals.
Blessed.

And there they are. Mustangs in a big, beautiful, wild land.

Spending time with the mustangs renews your faith in the world. Mostly because the rest of the world seems far, far away when you’re with them. 🙂

It wasn’t at all soggy when this photo of Winona and Mariah was taken, last weekend, but it IS soggy now.
It was so soggy, and with more rain in Tuesday’s forecast, that the University of Missouri students – here again for alternative spring break! – canceled yesterday’s work in Spring Creek Basin. 🙂 But tomorrow calls for sunshine and high temps in the 50s, so we’re looking forward to meeting this year’s crop of hard-working students and getting some more fence work done!
We are VERY happy about the rain. It brings us to nearly an inch of moisture for the month of March. (Yikes. March is supposed to be the wettest month in Colorado.)

Hayden spent most of our visit napping over a stud pile.
Dude, that’s not very photogenic.
Then he turned and looked at a nearby band as I was walking away. Thanks, pal. 🙂

We got rain. 🙂
Relief.
Gratitude.

Miss Reya is glorious, in all her muddy, fuzzy, wind-blown disheveled gorgeousity.
How our hearts sing at the sight.
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Did you remember to spring forward?!