Friday, October 21, 2016

Indian Summer

Melted honey drips

into my cupped hand

i taste the setting sun

~Paul Callus


Friday, October 14, 2016

It was quite a day

Why We Fight

A Wyoming Wild Horse Victory

October 13, 2016

News blast from Ginger Kathrens of The Cloud Foundation

Dear Friends,

On the heels of winning a victory for Oregon wild horse mares, threatened by dangerous sterilization surgery, comes yet another win for the wild ones.

The U.S. Court of Appeals Tenth Circuit upheld a lower court's dismissal of a lawsuit filed by the State of Wyoming against The Bureau of Land Management (BLM)seeking the removal of hundreds of wild horses from public lands across the state including mustangs from the Stewart Creek Herd.
Ironically, Quinn and I were visiting the Stewart Creek mustangs with Lynn Hanson, my friend and fellow wild horse advocate, when our attorneys learned of this second victory.
(Photo by GK)
Being out here with these beautiful, family and freedom loving icons of the West reminds me of why we fight. Their home is over 230,000 acres of sagebrush valleys and windswept rims along the Continental Divide.
(Lynn shoots Ginger filming)
(Photo by GK)
(Photo by GK)
The first time I saw the colorful Stewart Creek wild horses, it was the dead of winter. Ann Evans and I were driving from Riverton to Rawlins, and we were thrilled to see a family band just a short distance from Hwy 287/789, about 20 miles north of town. Winters are bitter and long in Stewart Creek. The foals above didn't seem to mind.
(Photo by GK)
We saw this lone mustang in his huge home during our winter drive-by. He, too, was not far from the main highway. It was grand to see them in nearly the same place as the winter ones.
(Photo by GK)
(Photo by GK)
We encourage you to try your hand at finding them.
If you have a high clearance vehicle, you can enter the range on a number of sandy roads. Take your binoculars to verify that these often distant dots are real live mustangs!
(Photo by Chad Hanson)

Happy Trails!
P.S. As a bonus, you are likely to see hundreds of fleet-footed pronghorns and a cottontail or two. Quinn was particularly fascinated with the rabbits!
(Photo by GK)
(Photo by GK)
Support wild mustangs and Burros.

And from me, thank you for caring and for being here!

~ Lynn


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Nevada Backroads

Nevada, my Nevada,

A desert and a sky,

A thousand miles of sagebrush to greet the weary eye.

A thousand miles of sagebrush,

Upon a field of gold,

A thousand miles of silence, a charm that's never old.

Out of desert vastness,

Out of deathly dust,

There comes a lure that grips the heart,

And kills the wanderlust.

A lure of lengthening shadows,

Of sunsets in the west,

Of winds forever sighing that soothe the soul to rest.

[From a 1930 vintage postcard]


Monday, September 19, 2016

Three days in the Black Hills

The groovy little community of Spearfish, South Dakota hosted a mountain bike race that Chad rode in. The annual Dakota Five-0.

Man, that place is sweet! I spent the whole day mingling alongside the friendly people that live there and had time to explore the area which took my breath away.

I was wishing I lived in a town like that.

That evening after the race, we drove to The Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary and literally fell into bed inside The Prairie Cabin.

Twice in the night we heard coyote's laughing and whining.

"Did you hear that?" Both of us love any wild sound in the night.

Just before the sun came up, I heard the sound of a whinny.

Then I remembered where I was.

Scrambling out of bed I peeked out every window in the cabin. With every window, my eyes and smile got bigger and wider.


"Chad! Come on! We're surrounded by horses!"

And they are wild.

Even though there are fences between us, they've all been given a second chance to roam and live free.

With a view.