Wild Horses: One of the pivotal moments in my life happened in the days after 9/11.. I was living in Colorado but ready to move somewhere I could raise my family in safety and peace when a friend invited me to visit him in Wyoming. I had lived in Wyoming before and loved it. We took his two ATV’s for a ride on White Mountain, where one of the largest herds of wild horses in the US still roam. After awhile of eating dust & the constant buzz of the quad’s engine in my ears we came upon a group of half a dozen wild horses grazing. We watched them from a respectful distance, with deep thoughts like, “Wow. Damn. That’s so cool.” running through our heads..
When it was time to go, we slowly pulled away, not wanting to spook the herd. But they began to follow us, from a safe distance at first, but they got closer & closer.. We opened up the throttles a little more, concerned but not afraid that they might charge us. Instead they ran faster until they were right alongside of us. We looked at each other with shock & disbelief as these 6 studs & mares, with their manes flying free, hooves pounding the earth and every muscle in their huge bodies visible as they went stride-for-stride with us. For almost two miles at speeds near 20mph they ran within 10 feet of us as we continued looking at each other in awe, laughing hysterically and feeling like we were part of this galloping herd itself. It was a magical moment. When they finally peeled off and resumed looking for something to eat, my friend and I shook our heads in disbelief but had nothing to say. What words could properly compliment such a unique experience? I promptly returned to Colorado, and announced that we were moving back to Wyoming.