Dun in a sea of white

16 02 2021

Almost no other color could glow with such warmth in a world so amazingly and blindingly white. And it is VERY white out here right now.

Even when we get snow, it so quickly melts that it’s rare to enjoy it for longer than a few hours after it falls. It was COLD yesterday morning (4 degrees Fahrenheit by my truck), and though we had periods of sunshine (first thing in the morning), clouds quickly obscured that glorious Colorado sky. That combination means that it’s still a very white world here in Disappointment Valley. 🙂 And the snow is deep – still.

The depth of the snow is obvious by that clinging to Hollywood’s knees and hocks. His face is wet to just below his cheeks from the foraging he’s doing in the snow to find the palatable bits of vegetation.

It’s RARE for us to have so much snow all at the same time. It’s COOL to have so much snow all at once.





Deep

15 02 2021

Well, we wanted snow. 🙂 Depending on elevation and drifts, lower to mid-ish Disappointment Valley got between 7 inches and maybe close to 2 feet of snow between Saturday night and late morning Sunday.

Wow. 🙂

Erring on the side of caution, I didn’t venture too far into the basin, and with 2 feet of snow up-valley, I was worried about leaving my vehicle on the edge of the road and hiking in. I wandered all over the place, and I hiked around a wee hill we call Filly Peak, and I found just one band.

As one friend texted: “That’s great water.” Yes. Yes, it is! 🙂





Soft white

14 02 2021

As usual, I wasn’t sure what Kwana was looking at. Trees were to my left, and his girls were behind him, to my right. Whatever he was looking at, he sure was a handsome watcher. 🙂

Hopefully by the time this publishes, we’ll have gotten some much (again) needed rain and be looking at snow. If you’re getting snow and don’t necessarily want it (Texas, I’m looking at you), feel free to pass it along to the parched places!

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all you lovers out there! … Lovers of nature, of life, of the wild, of each other. LOVE!





My pretties

12 02 2021

How beautiful they are, Alegre and Maia.





Little snow, great love

11 02 2021

Corazon couldn’t care less that he has a giant heart on his side. But that giant external heart covers a giant internal heart that makes him a fierce protector of his family.





Mud boots

10 02 2021

Spirit gives new meaning to the word galoshes. 🙂 As in, “galoshes gee willickers, that’s a lotta mud!”





Off-white

9 02 2021

Piedra apparently has been playing in the mud recently, and that has tinged her nearly snow-white coat. Never a fashion diva, however, she looks as beautiful as ever with those wise and beautiful eyes.





Among the golden reeds

8 02 2021

What’s that feeling when you drive up the valley to see how muddy things are, find that they’re plenty muddy, still, decide that of COURSE you’re NOT going to hike out anywhere in the mud (again), unless you see horses, and you KNOW you won’t see horses because horses haven’t been visible from the road for WEEKS (months?), so you won’t have to go hiking through the mud … and then you see a bit of white that you think (you’re SURE) is (must be) salt on the wall of an arroyo … and you look closer, through the binoculars … and the salt-on-the-arroyo has a mane … ? That feeling? 🙂

So of course you take off hiking through mud that is very muddy, that accumulates on your boots and the hems of your pant legs. And, of course, you have the most wonderful visit with the horses within view of the road. And then, of course (because, of course!), a crazy backhoe comes wandering down the road because who doesn’t take a Saturday evening stroll down-valley in a backhoe? (If you know what I’m talking about, of course you know who I’m talking about.)

But that minor part was yet to come when I took the above pic of Chipeta among last season’s rabbitbrush (not actually reeds) where she looked so magical and lovely. The horses were mostly eating snow, and they’d also found some water in the quiet places, before they (we) moved up to high ground to graze and then wonder at the noise that preceded the backhoe, then the backhoe itself … watching as it lumbered its way on down the road. (*I* didn’t know what to make of such a thing; how to know what the heck the horses thought of such a thing!)

The prettier vision is Chipeta in her magical golden-glowing garden.





Facing

7 02 2021

Tesora helps show off the lack of snow currently on the land, and how pretty she looks as our model. 🙂

Speaking of which, I finally made it into Spring Creek Basin, and it’s not as dry as I thought it might be. The road is parts dry and parts mud, and an actual vehicle, I would not risk driving yet. I did find someone’s spare key, in one of those little magnetic boxes you stick to some secret part of your vehicle. The box was crushed, but the key seems fine.

The hiking was most parts mud, as my poor boots can attest. With every step, the horses and I sank at least half an inch into the damp ground (OK, they may have gone a little deeper than I did). There’s some water – melted snow/ice – in some of the arroyos … but no water in ponds yet.





Summer dreams start in winter

6 02 2021

Does snow make you think about grass? It should.

Does snow make you think about mud? It does. 🙂

I do feel deceptive about continuing to post these wonderful images of the mustangs in snow when the truth of the land is that mud now rules it. Snowshoeing or hiking is lovely (if, yes, tiring); mud slogging is, just, tiring. And it ruins boots. (Ask me how I know.)

So while I’m preserving boots and allowing (sure, that’s the word) moisture and vegetation to do their thing, unmolested by heavy human tread (even though it’s February, and I’m not sure how much things are happening in the soil region, but it’s also 58 degrees as I type this, soooooo …), you, dear lovers of Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs, get more pix of mustangs in lovely, life-giving snow.

Alegre and Maia (at least) thank you for your patience – and your enjoyment!