i'm almost to the campsite A gate, the Wall Garden and bursting from the Rooster Swamp....this incredible sight...he hesitated just out infront of the road gate then took off up Carefree Way...our little dirt road...as he got just out of sight, all the horses from over there came galloping through their pasture....down their hill. I think right now there are six. Sometimes there's more. A shrill whinny and i could hear him skid and turn back this way. He went off the road and was searching to see a way over the seasonal stream...there is old ill kept fencing there but he couldn't get through. Finally he remembered how he came and took off back through the rooster swamp. Back home. He's new. All the other horses are full size...he is a Pony...maybe a Welsh Pony. Full grown but small, but so gloriously BeautyFULL...his gait, like a movie...mane and tail flagging out, Black Black Black with a single white blaze across one eye and down the side of his face. Beauty. FULL.
