|Into the wild...|
People kept asking as we all ~ wistfully ~ said good-bye.
|Yours Truly riding my horse, Sable, with Kirk and Snuffy.|
|Janet and Phantom posing in front of the giant buffalo herd.|
I always put my hands on my hips when I haven't the faintest idea what I'm doing. Gives folks the impression I do! :)
What an amazing experience! Had to giggle a bit when we came back out on the busy road and saw tourists gleefully photographing one lonesome buffalo. I didn't have the heart to tell them what they were missing.
Seriously? You don't have a valet to carry this bag?
I didn't photograph buffalo at all, because I don't care about them. I think the National Park Service should invite Wild Mustangs to graze on these hallowed grounds. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold?
|Me, again, early morning water crossing. I had no idea 4 a.m. existed until this trail ride.|
Of course, no one bothered to tell me, or Janet, that we had to be fed, packed, saddled and ready before the sun came up. (If they had, it's doubtful we'd have gone!)
** The Nez Perce Native Americans bred these stunning spotted horses for agility and endurance.