Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Beautiful Madison in a field of “amber waves of grain” – or grasses, as is the case is in our Spring Creek Basin. Autumn colors of a subtle type. 🙂

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.