Going to keep this very short as we are busy right now getting ready to move from our off-season rental cottage into a small two bedroom house we have found in Cody to rent.
These pictures were all taken at McCullough Peaks on one more search for the herds of wild horses that call this empty and silent place home.
The wild mustangs have been surprisingly elusive recently, and again on this trip we came home almost empty handed.
Except for these two stallions that are now traveling together separate and apart from the rest of the herd (likely after having lost the battle for male dominance).
Beaten by younger and stronger, and then banished.
We have found these two a couple of times recently, but with constantly melting snow (and regular muddy conditions) we dare not travel too far off the main gravel roads.
The side trails (that venture in all directions) will have to wait until late spring, when the ground is finally stable and hard again.
After it became obvious that we were not going to find the horses on this trip, we mentally changed gears.
This trip simply became an opportunity to wander quietly together, while also giving our adventurous dog a place to roam and run with abandon...............
When I look at these pictures I realize just how easy it is to find the quiet and isolation that I crave so regularly.
To some these pictures must look bleak - vast emptiness on a cold and overcast winter day.
I find that vast emptiness comforting.
We can find civilized whenever we need it.
Stores and museums and special events and people.
But this.........THIS...........is everywhere whenever we need it as well..............
Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green..........Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak