
It looks like a sea of tans and browns and khakis – and bay! – until you get to the (not all that) far blue mountains – the La Sals of Utah. But the green of spring is pushing up beneath all that brown, and no one welcomes it more than the wildlife.

It looks like a sea of tans and browns and khakis – and bay! – until you get to the (not all that) far blue mountains – the La Sals of Utah. But the green of spring is pushing up beneath all that brown, and no one welcomes it more than the wildlife.

At the end of a day, the La Sal Mountains were blue with distance and dust. But they’re always gorgeous with a trio of wild horses in the foreground! They were watching another band leave the pond that’s out of the frame in the closer foreground.
Earth and water and soft, mountain-studded sky. Perfect complements to the wild beauty of our country’s wild lands.
Seven’s band against a dramatic Spring Creek Basin, Disappointment Valley and La Sal Mountains background. Last day of last year.
Storm follows his band as the very last sunlight of the day touches Spring Creek Basin and the La Sal Mountains.
Now the forecast doesn’t show snow until Friday. The mud is getting, well, muddy. Some fresh snow would be welcome. The ponies certainly aren’t hurting for groceries.
Storm and his band beneath the La Sal Mountains. Those patches of brown may soon disappear under white again if the forecast holds true and we get snow toward the end of this week. Gaia’s coat just glows in the late light, doesn’t it?
These are the riches we should strive for in support of America’s wildness. Celebrate the 42nd anniversary of the Wild Free-Roaming Wild Horses and Burros Act; celebrate the “tonic of wildness” that we have and must not lose.
Not elephants. Although, as this drought continues, it’s beginning to look a lot like the sere plains of Africa out here.
I call this photo “La Sals, Imagination”:
Whaddya mean you can’t see the mountains … through the smoke? Use your imagination. 🙂 Although Grey/Traveler’s band seems to also be looking for the mountains, they were watching Chrome’s band walking toward them on their way to the water catchment.
Smoke from this fire – way, way, way east of here – apparently has drifted into New Mexico then blown back north and west into Colorado. But it’s not the only fire burning in the region.
Earlier, Grey/Traveler’s band had been drinking at the water catchment’s trough:
Maia, clearly at her leisure, worried me; I thought the worst, that the storage tank had drained and the trough was empty, and she was waiting for someone to come fill it, darnit!
Not to fear.
The trough was full of water. Whew. (The big green tank is the storage tank that holds water from either rain or snow or direct-fill.)
Because of the drought, BLM has been checking to ensure that the horses have enough water sources, and we – National Mustang Association/Colorado – recently got the green light to deliver a load of water – 4,000 gallons – to the catchment tank. Donors and silent-auction-item buyers at the Pati Temple Memorial Benefit Bash, this is the first use of the money you helped us raise! Interestingly, the area of the catchment is used primarily by Chrome’s band and rarely by other bands. But some other bands have started to find the water – and the good forage in this area. Water is a good way to disperse the horses’ grazing and get them to use under-used areas.
Chrome’s band at the catchment trough, drinking clean water. This is an important water source because it’s the only clean source of water in the basin. The others are high in alkalinity and salt because of the basin’s soils. The dusky, hazy color cast is because of the smoke.
The temperature hit 110 degrees Friday. On Thursday, the high was 108. Smoke, wind, heat, zero moisture = ugh.
Cecil Foster, owner of Foster’s Water, to the rescue.
The storage tank is about 15 feet tall, so Cecil brings his ladder to access the hatch at the top. At right is the hose from his water truck.
Seen here are his water truck, the hose to the tank and the water trough in the background at right.
Thanks, Cecil! He also donated a load of water for the benefit’s silent auction. Cecil is a super nice man, and a friend of the mustangs of Spring Creek Basin.
Thank you, NMA/CO, for the delivery of water to the mustangs!
A quote I saw and liked recently: “We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.” ~ Konrad Adenauer
Hollywood leads Madison, Comanche and Kestrel (and the rest of the bands’ members) away from the roller-coaster ridge pond, where they drank at the end of the day.
This horizon from Spring Creek Basin: Unique and much loved. With mustangs in front of that horizon: Heaven under the sky.
It’s hard to hide when you choose this kind of “camouflage.”
Seven, Puzzle and Shadow against the La Sal Mountains.
Corazon with Reya and S’aka in their high-desert home of Spring Creek Basin. Utah isn’t quite as close as the La Sals in this photo would have you believe, but it is fairly close.
Note the mud on Reya. The Round Top pond is holding a decent amount of water. Three ducks thought it quite fit the bill, too!