Sand Wash bonus

We went to Sand Wash Basin to see wild horses, and we had achieved that goal.

Part of me wanted to stay there forever, but most of me - and all of Seth - was ready to go. 

But how to go? Seth didn't think he could make it around the sharp turn at the top of the steep hill on Road 46, and I was terrified of the wash out on Road 67. Our map indicated there was a third possibility, so we crossed our fingers and turned north on 126.

Predictably, the road was terrible. 

"I really hope we don't have to turn around and drive back through this," Seth said after a particularly terrible section.

"It's going to be okay," I said. "I have a good feeling about this."

Then we went around a corner, and that good feeling evaporated.

Seth got out to investigate.

We'd driven through a lot of washed out roads that day, but this one was just a little too much.

Make that a lot too much.

We made a u-turn and drove through all the sections we didn't want to drive through again. We made it, but it was terrible. Then, as we rejoined the "main" road, we looked up and saw a small group of horses trotting toward us.

Right toward us!

I actually thought they were going to come up to the car, but at the last minute, the palomino ducked turned left...

and trotted right past us.

The rest of the horses followed suit.

They stopped at a little watering hole we hadn't been able to see from the road.

Of course, at this point, I had exited the vehicle so I could watch them better...

So cute!

After a couple minutes, the skinny mare raised her head and took off in the other direction.

Her family followed, slowly at first...

then faster...

and faster. 

 "That was a nice bonus," I said to Seth, as I climbed back into the van. "Now let's get out of here!"

To be continued.