
Sundance leaps a brush pile while following his band around another band at a pond.

Sundance leaps a brush pile while following his band around another band at a pond.

Maia and the La Sals.
Blessed.

Storm struts his stuff in front of one of his admiring mares.
He IS that handsome!

Maybe not yet … but the rattlers don’t know it.
It’s warm and dry. Most of us are hoping for rain.

That’s *just* wind giving Ty his rockstar “do.” 🙂

Sweetness, that greasewood ain’t hidin’ nuthin’. 🙂
Burrs are still burrowing their way into the ponies’ forelocks as they stretch and reach for greening grass.

Sundance pursues his band around a pond where another – bigger – band had come to drink.
His smaller band retreated a short distance, to return and drink when the bigger band had left.
The sky was wonderfully stormy … but not a drop of moisture fell (on us).

Alegre watches another band, looking even more gorgeous than usual with the La Sal Mountains in the not-so-far background.

Storm the hunky … in a bit of a stiff wind. 🙂

And there they are. Mustangs in a big, beautiful, wild land.