Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Technical issues have been challenging lately, as well as mud from melting snow in 52-degree late-December Colorado weather. Comanche, pictured above on Christmas Eve with Spring Creek canyon in the background, was enjoying the grazing – sans snow but with mud that packed his hooves and covered my boots.

Then we got snow again.

Then it melted again.

Then it snowed again.

And now it’s melting again. 🙂

That means Santa and Ma Nature have given us a whole lotta moisture for Christmas, and we love it!

Corazon makes a funny face during a pause in his grazing in snow that was a few inches deep.

Reya shows off her fuzzy spots against a wintry backdrop of Round Top and the far blue mountains, the La Sals.

This is why I mountain bike (well, and because I love to mountain bike) – to stay in shape to track mustangs. 🙂

Add a couple to a few inches of snow to that 5.62 miles, and 1,116 calories burned seems pretty measly. The temperature is a bit skewed because I carried the GPS in an inner jacket pocket; I don’t think the temp rose out of the 20s.

The green tag shows where I started: on Spring Creek Basin’s boundary along Disappointment Road. From there, I hiked north, then to the northwest. The farthest northwest point is the point at which I realized horses were waaaay over at that easternmost point. (Of course!) So I backtracked my tracks, then followed horse trails and avoided arroyos, heading southeastish, to the little flat loop – which is where the horses were.

The ziggy-zaggy line is where I walked (this was all on snowshoes) the bottom of an arroyo until I cut my original trail and followed it back to the Jeep.

Seeing this handsome youngster (Killian) makes it alllllllll worth it!

Photobombed beauties Terra and Aurora. 🙂 A happy circumstance of mustangs framed by a mustang and their high-desert home.

Handsome Bounce. His is the face of wisdom and a lifetime in wild freedom.