Monday, December 4, 2017

She Was Thankful for Horses

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Thanksgiving Day

The morning after waking up in the yurt, we drove into The Big Empty, the Red Desert of Wyoming, home to the mustangs.

Well, until the majority of them were rounded up just last September. I was there. I saw it. It was NOT pretty.

Damn you BLM 

Fog and roads of gumbo kept us from traveling very far.

We tried. We drove as far as we could, through a gray veil, to find a shadow, an outline. Anything resembling a horse. 

My attention shifted to the land. I know this land.

The rabbit brush had turned a pretty copper color. The sage was always like I want it to be. Still scented musky sweet and lots of it. 

Everything was pale, muted brown, green or gold. The land presented their colors in a way you’d imagine a prairie landscape in winter. There was beauty all around me. So, it didnt matter that there were no horse outlines. I knew they were there.  The horses of the great Red Desert are spectacular. If you want to see a fantastic stallion who has eluded the helicopter for years on end, take a look at an incredible horse who JUST SAID NO to a roundup or any kind of human. 
Heading down to Rock Springs (cough cough) we drove the Pilot Butte wild horse scenic tour range just to say we’ve been there. 
The only place we saw horses were the seven standing right in front of Pilot Butte. What luck! 
After spending an hour with this band, we thanked them for letting us be in their presence, waved goodbye and turned around. 
We stopped at the overview to wave to one of our dearest friends, Nikki, who is from the quaint old-timey hideaway town of Green River. 
By the time we got to Stewart Creek, wild horse heaven, the wind had calmed and the sun came out just enough for comfort, as we sat in the field observing, documenting each family band, taking notes and hundreds of pictures. 
We chose to spend the day looking for horses rather than sitting down to a thanksgiving meal. We were thankful to have the privilege of spending time with these special animals, still wild and free. 
If only a feast for our eyes. 

 

9 comments:

  1. beautiful post!! your photos provide a feast for my eyes and a never-ending banquet for my spirit!! my heart had been so saddened over the fate of the precious wild horse band....yet, here is proof, family groups still live on!! i knew, i FELT i was not yet done with thanksgiving, not yet full of thankfulness. happy happy thanksgiving to the wild horses and to you and chad!! xO

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    1. Apparently I wasn’t full yet, either! More mustangs please!
      So glad you stopped by, Bernard.
      xO

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  2. A visual feast indeed! Thank you for sharing these photos!
    x

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  3. A most satisfying way to spend the holiday! Your posts always make me homesick for Wyoming, even though I am happier here in the forest. So lovely to see the horses and that amazing stallion, too smart to be captured!

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    1. Hey! Nice to see your comment. Yay.
      I know, Wyoming will always tug at your heart, I think. Certain things, like the animals and the land. But, I can’t think of much else! Ha.
      Am still smiling at the letter you sent. Thank you.

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  4. Thanks, friend for the shout out and kind words about my desert home. Miss you terribly but glad I can still come on your adventures, even if only on the screen.

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    1. I love Green River!
      We drove through the little western town. It is pretty and kinda hip, to my surprise. I even said to Chad, too bad their isn’t a College here. We could LIVE here! Haha!
      Miss youuuuuuuu!!!
      xo

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  5. This is stunning. Everything about it. Those horses, that land...
    Thank goodness for horses. Life wouldn't be near as wonderful without horses. So nice to have found someone who understands:-)

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