A Dry and Dusty Day

Don't look down!

With our truck still out of commission, we figured we'd be stuck at home this weekend. But, no, not so! Rick once again donned his mask and cape and came to our rescue. He swooped in with his big, white (diesel) steed and we were on our way.

We returned yet again to the Pryor Mountains. Rick hadn't ridden Burnt Timber or Sykes Ridge Road and wanted to go that way. He was driving, remember, so we were going wherever he wanted. (Not that we minded.) The only bad part was the dust ~ thick, choking, heavy dust. (I was leading, so the guys got the worst of it.) 

The wild horses were scarce on this trip. We saw just a couple of small groups and a few single ones. I was beginning to think that the sheep weren't going to put in an appearance at all. When I did finally spot them, they didn't exactly pose for a group photo like last time. They just kept walking, and I was a little disappointed at the lack of photo opportunities. Until, that is, we followed and caught up to them again. They were perfectly posed on high, rocky points with nothing but the sky and the far-away valley behind them. We watched in awe as they picked their way down the nearly vertical cliff and disappeared into the brush below.

Just room for four feet

 

Feeling much more satisfied with our day, we went back to the machines, back to the dry, dusty road, back to the truck, and back home.