As I write this,I am lying in my tent with my sleeping bag zipped over my head. It’s a cold June night on the mountain top. The temperature is 42 and the wind shakes my tent. I’m guessing the wind speed is close to 20 mph ++, with gusts much higher. The day was warm, but how quickly that can change on this 8,500 foot mountain top.
But despite this cold night, I still love being here. At this very moment,I can hear thundering hoofs and whinnying right outside. It’s worth it.
My guests and I saw every single mountain top horse today, that’s well over 100 horses There have been many changes on the mountain , with two very empty spaces. With out taking the time to look through the hundreds of photos, I could tell that Topper Too and Tonapah are missing.
But with those deaths, come new life. Ireland is very much pregnant, as is Audubon and Jacinta, along with many maybes. The new foals are all beautiful. The wild flowers are starting to be in full bloom. This mountain is full of life, I feel at peace with mine
Life is good, even the shivers I feel on this cold summer solstice night.