
Despite the heat and the dry and the worry, the beauty isn’t too hard to find in our desert world of mustangs.

Despite the heat and the dry and the worry, the beauty isn’t too hard to find in our desert world of mustangs.

Some of it is good brown – a la Tenaz, handsome, shiny bay boy! – and some of it is showing its *dry*.

It’s hot, folks. Hot and dry and … well, dry and hot.
Still, there’s beauty to be found, and the mustangs are adaptable and resilient.

This was Storm’s reaction to the attention-getting pronghorn buck in yesterday’s post. He didn’t expend too much energy, watching it with his family, all napping in the shade of some pinon trees.

When this critter crossed the horizon line above a band of horses a week or so ago, they took notice but weren’t alarmed. He stopped a couple of times to look toward us, but he kept moseying on.
Trivia: In Wyoming, pronghorns are affectionately (!?) called speed goats.
They are North America’s (the Western Hemisphere’s, according to Wikipedia) fastest land animal.
They are not true antelope. This is a great site about them: San Diego Zoo.
A fantastic book about pronghorns is “Built for Speed; A Year in the Life of Pronghorn,” by John A. Byers.
To catch you up, dear readers, this is where we last left off in the ongoing project that is Spring Creek Basin’s newest water catchment for the mustangs:

None of the purlins had been welded to the steel pipes yet in the photo above, but you can see the front three purlins resting atop the pipes (left side, which is the downhill side). It looks a lot different now, in reality, because in reality, if not in blog-time, we’re up to phase 4 now.

Here, Garth and Daniel are about to turn the first purlin on its edge to start welding it in place across the front of the roof structure. Eventually, the gutter will run along the length of it.

Daniel is the range department’s chief welder (!), and both he and Garth did welding on the purlins – one at each end – which made the project go a lot faster.

No pic of any work in the basin would be complete without two of our most iconic landmarks: McKenna Peak and Temple Butte. Fortunately, this location has great views.

Garth welded the third purlin into place across the front of the roof structure, and then it was weld, weld, weld, all the way up the east section of the roof structure!
How’d they get those heavy steel purlins up there anyway?

A little like this …

… and a bit more like this. 🙂

Once they got the first line of purlins up, we got into a rhythm, and they got the rest (on the east end) welded pretty quickly. Their measurements of where they placed all the steel pipes was spot on. I was impressed. 🙂

And pretty soon, it was looking like this!

Here’s a bit wider view. This east end has all the purlins welded now (in reality-time), and the middle section (over the two middle tanks) has a few purlins welded across. This east end also now has all the propanel (metal) sheets in place and screwed down. The guys needed more purlins and maybe more propanel sheets, which they get in Durango. The Durango supplier was out (it’s that steel-is-limited thing), so they were going to get more this week and come back out. With the mercury creeping higher again, please say a prayer and give a wish for clouds for our hard-working BLM guys!

Killian also took the very briefest of moments to look up with a rainbow far southeast of Spring Creek Basin, just peeking out of a corner of cloud as rain fell farther north.
How’s that for some “fireworks” on our Independence Day!?

Ms. Chipeta looked up at just the right time to pose under a low rainbow over Spring Creek Basin a couple of nights ago. We *did* get rain before that rainbow … maybe an hour earlier, gentle sprinkles. Relief, in so many ways.

Just about everything is shown in this one pic – just about everything I love: Mustang (and there are more in the yonder) and that horizon that always lets me know I’m home after any amount of time away.
As always, I wonder what the horse sees/thinks as he looks out on that view, those places he knows intimately as a true, wild resident of that vast, wild land.