The drive into Blue Lake State Park was kind of desolate. The country really opens up with few signs of human activity. Much of the land around here is Indian Reservation. We saw Indian Ponies and cows eating the green grass along the roadside. We could see fencing, but these animals seemed used to vehicles and had free range.
As we drove into the park, we saw this rancher and his dog riding a quarter horse and leading another horse into the park. This is a primitive park with no water or amenities save the lake. It took us some time to find a suitable level site away from the sand where sharp wind gusts that come up push in that grit. I was able to get my bike out and ride for the first time and it felt great. It’s quiet here and the peacefulness soaks into your bones after Albuquerque and Grants. We are headed for Gallup then Canyon de Chelly.
Two hours later the quartet came back from their journey, just passing our camping spot. The horse on the left, Mash, is part thoroughbred and quarter, Paiute is a quarter horse. And Mattie, the herding dog, is part border collie. The quarter horse reminded me of my daughter’s horse and I asked if he rented them. No! The horse on the lead is young and in training. “I just took ’em over some rough country,” he told me. I love to ride but I hate those nags in the rental outfits.
I got to pat them down, remove a few burrs from their blankets and fur and they went on their way.
About dinner time, we saw the Indian ponies come in for a drink at the lake. They seem used to people and ignore them.
Then more came, headed for a drink. Two colts were among the adults.
After their drink, they settled in to graze.
We watched them and some hunting raptors until the sun went down. The motor home is outfitted with solar and we read until bedtime. We are tucked in for a quiet couple days before we move on.