Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Sundance, he of the flaming mane, strides toward the end of day in Spring Creek Basin.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There’s so much for which I am grateful.

Today is a day when, all across this country, we sit down with family members and friends who are like family – family we’ve mixed and matched and made our own – and share food and laughter and love. We don’t have to sit, of course; I like to hike with my four-legged family, across the ridges and plateaus and mesas and through the arroyos. 🙂

‘Tis the season of gratitude, and I am grateful for every single day I am fortunate to spend in Disappointment Valley and Spring Creek Basin with these amazing mustangs.

For my family, I’m immensely grateful. They set me on this path of horses before ever I was a twinkle in their eyes because THEY were fortunate enough to grow up with horses. 🙂 Thanks, Mom and Dad. Though I won’t see any of them this holiday, I’m very grateful that my brother, Jeff, was able to, at the last minute, fly home to Texas to enjoy a few days.

For all those I’ve met on this amazing journey following the mustangs, I’m wonderfully grateful. Thank you for all you do, however and from wherever you do it.

Be grateful in this life. It’s an amazing world out there, and every day is a day of gratitude!

If I was quicker on the draw (drawing my camera out of my backpack, that is), I’d have caught double this number of pronghorns on the far ridge across Spring Creek in Spring Creek Basin. It’s not common … but not necessarily UNcommon … to see a group this size. But seeing the actual number WAS uncommon … and uncommonly awesome. 🙂

“Speed goats” is a nickname for pronghorns in Wyoming. It’s a cool random tidbit that has always stuck with me. They’re ubiquitous in Wyoming. Not so much here.

Anywhere, they’re just cool!

Their heads form a heart. They certainly own mine.

Juniper steps up from the bottom of an arroyo where she and her band drank from a seep.

Where it’s dry, it’s terribly dry. Praying for Californians …

One of Kwana’s brilliant baby blues is illuminated in the last light of an autumn evening in Spring Creek Basin.