Some of my favorite things about summer - bare feet and driving with the windows down.
Last Sunday, Tim and I walked up a steep road just to see where it led. It seemed we might get to a saddle with the chance to walk along it for a bit. However, the road petered out, and the game trails (or as I sometimes call them - animal super highways) weren't wide enough for us to follow. A short hike in the end, but we were rewarded with some lovely wildflowers. Arrowleaf balsamroot, Indian paintbrush, larkspur, phlox, forget-me-not. I looked for shooting stars, but perhaps it was too late in the season to see any.
Afterward we went for a drive down a long, dusty dirt road. We saw several pronghorn which is always a pleasure. I never tire of their pretty faces, dainty legs and coloring. They're found in this part of Utah year-round so sightings are common. Even so, I perk up whenever I spot them.
|not a great photo, but they were moving away from the road as we passed|
Toward the end of our drive, we were rewarded with a large band of wild horses. Despite being wild, this particular group seems rather tolerant of humans watching and photographing them. (Lucky perhaps for the folks who irresponsibly approach them within a few feet or yards.) This herd has spent days and days in this area, grazing, rolling in the muddy ponds and doing what it is that horses do. I feel pretty blessed that we live in a place inhabited by all sorts of wildlife. From snakes to birds, from pronghorn to mustangs, we see and hear all manner of critters on a daily basis. Further reason to enjoy and admire summer.