
Corazon’s just hangin’ out, watchin’ the clouds roll by … wishin’ for rain. 🙂

Corazon’s just hangin’ out, watchin’ the clouds roll by … wishin’ for rain. 🙂

Hollywood had an itch, and he found just the right old tree trunk stub to scratch it.

Hayden knew I needed a shot of that big wide open, and so he consented to mosey away from his band for a bit so I could include his magic presence.
In truth, he just likes to mosey. Here, he’s walking back to where they were still hanging out with me. 🙂
We were in a far eastern part of Spring Creek Basin, and this is looking across to the La Sal Mountains in southeastern Utah.

Her grey is whiter, and her dapples are less widespread, but Miss Terra is looking as lovely as ever.

If we had rain for every time we had clouds like that, we’d be in decent shape on the range.
Meanwhile, we’re always in decent shape when Tenaz crowns the horizon.

Temple’s and Madison’s attention was caught by the sound of a raven flying along a wall of the nearby arroyo.
I had started walking down into the arroyo to follow another band that had gone through it and was grazing farther along, just above it. When I happened to look behind me, I saw that I had some taggers-along (or is that tag-alongs?).
This might be their version of “hey, nothing to see here … look, over there!” 🙂

In this time of everyone’s lives being turned upside down and inside out because of the coronavirus and efforts of people to stay healthy and keep others safe by staying home, I wish for you all some brief peace in the form of these images from Spring Creek Basin.
Out here, it’s still possible to believe in the goodness and beauty and magic of the wild world.
Stay safe and healthy.

Even under clouds, magic glows.

The weather was lovely for a nap. There was a skiff of snow in the morning, but it didn’t last long.

Shadow the always feisty cavorts through the weird, random, wild, crazy and WONDERFUL snow squall we got yesterday in Spring Creek Basin. It didn’t last, and it didn’t stick (here – though it did, ever-so-briefly – lower in Disappointment Valley), but it brought us just a skosh of moisture, and we have to be grateful for every little smidge we get.
Thanks to all who crossed fingers, thumbs and toes, said prayers and danced jigs for us to get moisture!