We traveled up Jones Cabin Creek. At 11AM, the water was still frozen around the edges. All along the little creek, there are numerous signs of past beaver activity.
On Red Creek Mountain's rocky ridge, we let the horses chew on some grass and take a break while the rest of us climbed to the summit.
We know our fall Goldilocks days are numbered, but we'll be out riding a few times a week until the snow covers the landscape for the winter.
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