Between Cold Spring and American Canyon Spring I came across a group of six wild(?) horses. Couldn't get close to them. Sure seemed very wild to me. Neat! Next I had a wet snowy hail storm. The hail balls were sticky and stuck to my clothes and the hairs on my arms and legs. I looked like someone had stuck 100's of little mini-marshmallows to me. The snow wasn't to bad after I got on my jacket and gloves; but then I relived that that little bit of moisture turned the dirt to glue. I don't know what the soil is but it stuck to my boots like wet spring snow to the bottom of your snowshoes. In minutes it felt like I had lead weights on my foot. After you get an inch or two ball of mud underfoot you scrap it off on a rock or stick. That lasts about 30 seconds and you have to do it again. Fortunately the sun returned and all returned to normal. Another fantastic day.