McCullough Peaks Wild Horses

The kitchen table is finished, the dining chairs are here, and I haven’t taken pictures yet. But…I did take pictures of wild horses. A few weeks ago the husband and I drove past the, I don’t know, the place where they tend to be, and they were close to the highway. We gave it a shot on Saturday and lo and behold. They were still close-ish. A couple hundred yards down a gravel road and there they were. These are the McCullough Peaks wild horses, descendants of the horses brought over by the Spanish.

There are hundreds of mustangs in this area, but the little buggers are often well off the beaten path.

I have never ridden a horse in my life, but when I see one up close I’m like an overexcited 4-year-old. PONIES!

See you later!