Spring Sings

We know spring is here when the red-wing blackbirds gather in the reeds along the creek, getting ready to set up their summer nests. 

Robins sing in the top of the aspen trees.  We didn't even see the second bird until we downloaded the photo.

A killdeer struts along the creek, looking for insects or perhaps admiring his handsome reflection.

Cushion cactus

Shooting stars,

and death camas bloom in the desert.

The foothills of Tabby Mountain are turning green,

and blue skies reflect in Birch Spring Pond at 8500 feet.  Mischief runs free while we ride.  He gets his exercise and enjoys a taste of the green grass.

Our last ride in Capitol Reef country was to Stud Horse Peaks, shown above.  The highest is 7000 ft in altitude.  This area is west of the park boundary, so Daisy was allowed to run with us.  She was quite pleased. 
The name of the peaks may have originated because of wild horse herds that once lived in the area.  Legend has it that a stallion would stand on the peaks and keep guard over his mares.  Frankly, this seems unlikely since the "peaks", which are actually more like mesas, are a couple of hundred feet above the valley floor, a long way for the stallion to travel away from the herd, and a long rumble downhill over rocky terrain if he actually saw danger and needed to race to the rescue.

We found this structure not far from our trailhead.  If it's for sale or rent, are you interested?  A little work might be required before you move in, but it could keep the rain off (if you're lucky).  Daisy approves!

Need a new truck cab?  This one's available.  Spare tire included, and zero carbon emissions guaranteed.  A running board was lying a hundred yards away.  Maybe a little looking would turn up enough to piece this baby together and take her for a spin. 
Apparently, an "adit" mine (horizontal mine shaft) is up on these mountains somewhere, according to the USGS maps.  This explains why someone went to the trouble of carving out a road.

The old road is now abandoned and the mountainside is slowly but surely taking it back. 
The washout depicted here is only the beginning.  In places, huge boulders had fallen across the road bed.

We rode as high as we could and were rewarded with a fine view of the reddish Circle Cliffs, and past them all the way to Boulder Mountain.

Here's a view of Boulder Mountain (11,330 ft) framed by tree branches.  It's about 30 miles away.

Returning to the trailhead, we realized that we'd had a pretty fine view, even from our parking spot.  That's what I love about the western U.S..  The views are good nearly everywhere!