Bachelors trot across Spring Creek Basin below two of our most prominent landmarks, McKenna Peak and the unnamed promontory. The latter now is being called Temple Butte, in honor of Pati and David Temple, who have been such steadfast supporters of Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs. In a few more years, we’ll be able to apply to USGS to officially name the promontory. Good friend AB is leading that charge.
Handsome faces – Apollo and Seven.
Elder Seven has been with the youngsters, then apart, then with. It’s nice to see them together.
From the perspective of the bottom of a shallow arroyo, S’aka achieves the illusion of height. Or not. 🙂
In the near background, grey Skywalker. In the far background, the gold of autumn aspen.
Piedra takes a long walk through golden grass near the Spring Creek canyon in Spring Creek Basin.
Fall is beautiful. The light is scrumptious. The ponies are putting on their long coats.
There’s a reason for the phrase “boys will be boys.” 🙂
Aspen gives me the eye on his march to check out another stallion. In the background is the rugged outcropping without a name that is a Spring Creek Basin landmark.
Just another autumn evening in Spring Creek Basin. Gold ‘n golden. Beauty made magic courtesy of Kestrel and Temple.
Haaaaaaand-some! Duke and Kreacher are great pals. I sometimes wonder how Duke can see through that marvelous forelock of his.
Aspen trees also are called quakies because of the shimmer the leaves make as they tremble and flutter in the wind. In honor of the aspen turning golden this autumn, here’s Spring Creek Basin’s Aspen, doing his own dance. He was – of course – trying to impress a lady. She was so impressed she showed him her butt, then her heels. He was undeterred, but he did leave her alone (that may also have had something to do with her stallion).
The misters handsome were fully cooperative the other evening. Look at that near-perfect line of cute ears!
Little S’aka, Seven, Skywalker, Killian and Apollo.
