Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

No matter the day on the calendar, to see this guy makes my heart happy.

Storm and his band were moseying and grazing their way toward a pond when I took this pic. When I first saw them, from yonder way across the basin, they were dropping off a ridge above a seep. I hustled back in the Jeep to the start of the trail, then hustled along the trail to where I thought they’d be. Whether because of the low sun casting a glare or because they were still in the arroyo, I basically walked past them on a ridge when they were below. By the time I spotted them from just above the seep and then walked the arroyo to them, they were basically right below where I’d parked! I’m so used to them being elusive, I’m not ready for them to be practically right under my nose. 🙂

Just a little rush to catch up to the band … but Mariah sure looks gorgeous at a rush, doesn’t she?

The lovely Winona. She always evokes such a sense of peace.

The Force …

… is strong with mustangs.

… is strong with Mother Nature.

… is strong with the wild.

… is strong with the freedom of Mother Nature-watched-over mustangs in the wilds of Spring Creek Basin.

Why did Sundance cross the arroyo?

To graze on the other side, of course!

Those horses, with that background, let me know I’m home. Winona and Mariah; McKenna Peak and Temple Butte. 🙂

What’s not to love about an autumn evening full of light and water … and mustangs on the verdant range?

Not a thing. Absolutely not a single thing!

Tesora’s winter coat is growing in darker than I think I’ve ever seen it. Coppery red or burnished like an old penny, she’s still lovely!

Just as the shadows were creeping toward us, about to overtake us, Dundee and Rowan (with Aiyanna and Buckeye very nearby), looked up from their grazing, heads up, ears up, and a spectacular horizon behind them.

The girls are getting fuzzy – as everybody is right now! – and filling out nicely. So very pretty. 🙂