Melted honey drips
into my cupped hand
i taste the setting sun
Why We Fight
A Wyoming Wild Horse Victory
October 13, 2016
News blast from Ginger Kathrens of The Cloud Foundation
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.
And from me, thank you for caring and for being here!
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]
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.