
Mysterium grazes abundant late-season grama grass in one of the far reaches of Spring Creek Basin.

Mysterium grazes abundant late-season grama grass in one of the far reaches of Spring Creek Basin.

Gaia tries to pinpoint the sound of gunfire on the second-to-last evening of third rifle season. Thankfully, it seemed to be over a ridge and outside Spring Creek Basin. Also thankfully, the horses remained calm.

ADDRESS TO FELLOW-COUNTRYMEN
The White House, November 11, 1919.
A year ago today our enemies laid down their arms in accordance with an armistice which rendered them impotent to renew hostilities, and gave to the world an assured opportunity to reconstruct its shattered order and to work out in peace a new and juster set of inter national relations. The soldiers and people of the European Allies had fought and endured for more than four years to uphold the barrier of civilization against the aggressions of armed force. We ourselves had been in the conflict something more than a year and a half. – With splendid forgetfulness of mere personal concerns, we re modeled our industries, concentrated our financial resources, increased our agricultural output, and assembled a great army, so that at the last our power was a decisive factor in the victory. We were able to bring the vast resources, material and moral, of a great and free people to the assistance of our associates in Europe who had suffered and sacrificed without limit in the cause for which we fought. Out of this victory there arose new possibilities of political freedom and economic concert. The war showed us the strength of great nations acting together for high purposes, and the victory of arms foretells the enduring conquests which can be made in peace when nations act justly and in furtherance of the common interests of men. To us in America the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with – solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service, and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of nations.
WOODROW WILSON
A congressional act approved May 13, 1938, made the 11th of November in each year a legal holiday: “a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be thereafter celebrated and known as ‘Armistice Day’.”
On June 1, 1954, Congress replaced “Armistice” with “Veterans,” and it has been known as Veterans Day since.
(All of the above from Wikipedia.)
“A day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace …”
Isn’t that beautiful?
If every day were dedicated to the cause of world peace … in all places of our beloved world … what a place our world would be.
Thank you, veterans – including my dad, my grandpas, my uncle, my cousins – for your outstanding service to our country and to our world … in pursuit of the cause of peace.
What a place we love because of your commitment to the cause of world peace.

The great and fabulous Storm, keeping an eagle eye on the goings-on around his band under iconic McKenna Peak.

Temple is completely at ease while she waits for one of her band members.

Copper in coppery light, at the very end of the day.
Life imitating … life. 🙂 The very best of reality.

Elder Bounce moves along with his band. He’s no longer the band stallion, but he has the respect OF the band stallion, and so his family is Bounce’s family.
And all is right with their world.

Sweet winter-fuzzy Maiku … I do have a hard time coming up with more words to describe these amazing and amazingly beautiful horses.
They make my heart soar.

This guy.
Right?
This guy – Sundance – is just a beacon of mustang awesomeness.
Am I right? 🙂

Skywalker the bold in front of Brumley Point.
Third rifle season starts today. Already for the past few days, the human population of Disappointment Valley is swelling, and not for the good of some two-leggeds and most four-leggeds. Traffic, traffic, traffic. Every nook and cranny will be filled with large trucks and larger RVs, with ATVs and UTVs that will run the roads at all hours, their occupants drinking beer (I’m already finding and picking up the empty cans along said roads) and carrying guns.
I love autumn. … I hate this week.
Safety first, eh?