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.
The horses must have brought your thoughts to your daughter. It is hard to imagine that there are still wild wild horses somewhere.
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