
Spirit may have gotten a little enthusiastic at the spa. 🙂

Just looking at Chipeta doesn’t give much clue to the howling wind yesterday. The dust in the background ought to.
It was a peaceful, beautiful evening, but it wasn’t exactly *calm*.

If you’re local to Dolores, Colorado, please put the above event on your calendar!
Throughout the month of April, the Dolores Public Library will show several of the big photo canvases from last year’s special exhibit at Canyons of the Ancients Visitor Center and Museum.
I’ll be there from 4 to 6 p.m. Friday, April 8, to talk about the mustangs of Spring Creek Basin, so come say hi and/or introduce yourself!
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It turns out that April is a big month for presentations about Spring Creek Basin’s mustangs:
Four Corners Back Country Horsemen will host author and advocate Kathryn Wilder and I from about 6 to 7 p.m. Thursday, April 21, at their meeting at the Florida Grange Hall. Kat will read from her memoir “Desert Chrome,” and I’ll run a slideshow and talk about the mustangs.
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From 6 to 7 p.m. Friday, April 22, Spring Creek Basin herd manager Mike Jensen and I will offer a presentation about the mustangs. We’ll talk about our management strategies, including PZP, water projects, range monitoring and main points of our recently updated (2020) herd management area plan. This presentation is part of the Four Corners Lecture Series (find them on Facebook).
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Finally, from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturday, April 30, at Canyons of the Ancients Visitor Center and Museum, come and meet the mustangs! Our event last fall with Spring Creek Basin mustangs Whisper and Skipper was such a favorite with visitors, CANM folks invited us back to share these excellent boys with the public. Kathryn Wilder will do a reading from “Desert Chrome,” speaking along with a slideshow of my images of the mustangs, and locals Tif Rodriguez and Keith Bean will be with their boys to talk about their adoption experiences through BLM. Whisper and Skipper would love to see you. 🙂
Please join us!

The horses are now chasing the green as if on a very important mission (which it very much is after a mostly dry winter). Though it doesn’t look very green in the above pic, it’s coming up, still close to the ground. Cassidy Rain looked up very briefly from her grazing to check on the whereabouts of her stallion, moseying along slower than the rest of the band.

Everybody seems to be getting into the act of getting muddy this time of year. Taking a dip in the mud (probably at the edges of ponds) may then lead to a nice, wriggly roll that may help with the shedding of thick winter coats as Mother Nature starts to raise the mercury into the 70s. 🙂

After a bit of a technological delay, we’re back (I hope).
Buckeye and his girls were sheltering from the wind (’tis spring wind season) on the far side of Filly Peak when another little band waltzed (the wind does have a musical quality, sometimes) across the top of the ridge. We hoofed it to the top (two legs are slower than four and I was doing more huffing (and puffing) than hoofing …), but it turned out that it was a bit small for the stallions’ liking, which sent the mares running for the hill.
The bands ended up lower and on opposite sides of the ridge, no harm done. And I was left to enjoy the view from another high spot in Spring Creek Basin.

Gorgeous grey Alegre naps in the wind the day before the rain came. I hope she found even more mud. 🙂

Hollywood is about 20 now. He’s still a formidable band stallion, the last of the main stallions I first starting documenting almost 15 years ago.
I wonder what he thinks of the years that have passed, the seasons he’s seen. Long may he live, wild and free.
(The day of this photo was extremely windy; I don’t know about him, but *I* was weary of the wind.)

Hard to believe this was all under a vast sea at one point, millennia past, eh? We don’t need floods, but we do need rain.
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**Update**
As of about 8 a.m., we had received the most lovely 0.18 inch of wonderful, grass- and greasewood- and other-growing and -greening rain. 🙂
Happy, happy goes the dance!