Rockin' in the Wind

The night after our Long Day, the wind blew.  Hard.  I'm guessing gusts to 40 MPH.  We could hear it building several canyons away, working up steam, creating a crescendo that rocked the trailer when it hit. 
The horses had no good break for what became an increasingly icy wind, so when the wind failed to let up a few hours after dark, we put them in the trailer for the night. 
Finally, all of us got some sleep.
The next morning, the thermometer we keep in the tack room read 17degrees F!  Wait, wasn't this supposed to be southern Utah?  Apparently, someone was confused.
By 9AM, the day had warmed up to slightly above freezing. 

The blue grama caught the morning light.  The curled seedheads might be why the cowboys call it curly grass. Or maybe it's because the grass blades near the ground tend to curl. 

Daisy soaked up some rays. 

When we started saddling for one more ride, she hung out almost under Boss's feet, doing her best to make sure she got to go with us.  She hates to be left behind.
However, she was still tired from the previous day and we didn't think her paws could take any more sandstone. So, much to her regret, we left her in the trailer and took off for another few hours of exploration in canyon country.