The next morning, we awakened to ice on the ceiling of the trailer, and an outside temperature of about 17 F. Chilly! Inside the trailer, the temp was 27 F, a bit toastier. Our little catalytic heater warmed us to to above freezing, a welcome improvement.
Here's our gooseneck bed before the trip, just to show our luxurious accommodations:
Wrong. They must have taken the lack of lead ropes and hobbles for a license to explore their new "pasture." They took off, with dear faithless Daisy joyfully racing along with her horse friends. We followed much more slowly, across a landscape that stretched forever, roughly 20 square miles of open territory between one lonely fenceline and the rim of Horseshoe Canyon.
By 10 AM, we were ready to ride.