Desert Camp

We camped next to an old, ramshackle cowboy corral on BLM land outside Capitol Reef.  The corral was good enough to hold our boys, and roomy enough so they could eat, roll, and lie down whenever they wished. 

The post-sunset colors are always unique. 

In the light of the full moon, we could easily see what the horses were up to, even in the middle of the night. 

Apparently, just hanging around scratching various itches was a nice break for them. 

After a night with the freedom to rock and roll, Boss had a serious bad tail-hair morning. 

Camping Relaxation

Ah, there's nothing like morning at camp. 

A deer skull provides the ultimate treat.

Coco roams free on the grassland.  (He won't go far without Boss.)

Boss likes to wander, so we secure him with a tether. 

We sometimes tie him to a log, but none were available, so Steve had the brilliant idea to use his Handyman Jack!  (Here it is standing up, but we laid it down after the photo so it wouldn't fall on anyone.)  The Handyman is heavy. 
Boss can haul it a few inches at a time, but he won't be taking any freedom runs dragging that piece of steel.

First Light

The best thing about trailer camping between rides is the morning light.
The horses, tied on a highline, get restless just before dawn. 

The birds start to sing.  And we climb out of our gooseneck bed to see the sunrise.

Some days the clouds reflect more color, but always it's glorious.

On the mountains, light inches down from the peaks. 

In the canyons, dusk gives way to morning.

Trusting

In camp, Daisy likes to hang out with the horses. 

Perhaps she's a little too trusting sometimes?