Today Hilary drove to the low ranch from Furnace Creek in Death Valley with her trailer full of horses, three big and one small. She parked the trailer a couple of miles down the road, jumped on bareback and led them up to the ranch.
At the gate was a reception committee; nearly all the horses were waiting for their buddies to come home. How they knew, we don’t know—horses are strange that way. When the new arrivals were released, the whole gang took off to their hidden place where they eat illegal weed and party all night. Hope we get some sleep!