After slopping through more mud than I expected (still?!), we found the sand. The lake is low to allow for the snow to fill it (and 190% of normal snow levels makes for a lot of water). The sand is deep, and we just walk (and not rolling! I had to remind Major).
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| Folsom dam in the distance |
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| grass, sand, and distant snow |
We had a view of the Folsom dam one direction, and the snow-buried mountains in the other. The breeze played with Major's mane, as he looked toward home. It was just a moment, but it was all I needed this day.
Never ceases to impress me, the comfort we get from horses.
ReplyDeletethey know, don't they? thanks.
DeleteI'm pretty sure they know and enjoy with us!
DeleteWhat a gorgeous view between those ears <3
ReplyDeleteSounds like exactly what you needed and good boy Major! Love the orange and black tack btw
ReplyDeleteit was great. I love my tack, and Major loves his halter/bridle without a browband, less places to be itchy!
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