When riding in the Indian Canyon area, we plan our route according to springs. Water is a scarce commodity.
A branch of Avintaquin creek is in the bottom of the canyon. It runs only a trickle this time of year, just enough for Daisy to cool off and lap a little drink.
In spite of the lack of water, or perhaps because there isn't enough to support many cattle, the area hasn't been badly overgrazed. Native grass covers the shaly hillsides.
This was Sick Cow Spring. Hmm. Not surprising that the spring's namesake didn't fare too well. Steve dug out a hole to collect water. Daisy soon learned the trick and became an able assistant until she had a puddle big enough to lie in.
Big Draw Spring was better. It doesn't look like much, but horses and dog had a satisfying drink.
All went pretty well until, on the return, we came to a cliff 500 feet above our desired path. Oops.We made our way back to the trailer (barely) before sunset.