We're having the biggest storm I've seen out here as I type, sustained 50 MPH winds, gusting to higher, very angry seas. I wanted to take pictures when I walked the dog but knew that would finish my camera off for sure. Chico had a tough time squatting without getting blown over and I had to really lean into it to make any forward progress - it is impressive and still is - and now that I think about it Chico has to go out one more time before bed.I loved being outside in it, the rain sounding like buckshot on my raingear, the wildness of it all. I've heard about winds sounding like a freight train and that is exactly right, the perfect way to describe it.
Anyways, here are a few more wild horse pictures from the day before Thanksgiving for my sister to enjoy. We were sad we didn't have any apples for them . . . .
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Hey we brought them apples later, but they weren't there for them. At least we tried. Seeing those wild horses, just approaching us like that was probably the most amazing part of my trip. Well at least half of them stayed to see what we were doing. The rest booked it into the hills. I should send you my pics, they aren't as bad as I had been claiming Dad. So I'm not going to smash it now. Even The Maverick turned out good.
Love you
Great pictures!!! I love being indoors when it storms. I hope it's a good one with no damage done.
Zack, I figured the most amazing part of the trip was getting yout butt kicked in darts by your Dad (repeatedly) the night before you flew out . . . . :0)
Oh ya well you might be right, that was fun. Especially the last game when I got three bulls. That was also the first time I had got to buy you a beer at the bar. Good times
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