What creature is this? Wild Horses. Pure, free, and untouched horses.
I was lucky enough to be able to camp in Little Book Cliffs and I spent 6 days following around the herds, observing how each herd and horse behaved and interacted, and constantly being in awe of these horses.
There were 6-7 herds of horses who lived in the area where I was camping. I was able to find the herds most days, as they have their given “territories”, and all of their movement centers around these areas.
During my stay, I fell in love with these horses. I admired their purity, wildness, and power. There is no way that I will ever forget these horses, and in memory of them and the amazing time I had in their presence, it is only fair that I tell the story of each of them.
June 7-Day 1: My family and I had just arrived in the Little Book Cliffs Area and decided to get out and wander down an offshoot path from the main road. I followed the road a short ways, and upon turning a corner, I found Knight’s herd. The black stallion, whom I later named Knight, grazed next to a white mare, and two other mares, a buckskin and a paint. I watched the herd for a while before I had to return to our truck to find a place to camp.
June 10-Day 4: I didn’t see Knight’s herd again until the fourth day of my stay. They stood in the trees to the side of the road, grazing on the grass and trying to stay out of the drizzle that was falling from the sky.
June 7-Day 1: Shortly after arriving at our campsite, I noticed three horses trotting up the hillside towards camp: a white stallion (Warrior), a grulla mare (Venus), and their filly (Sage). At this first introduction, the herd was wary of my family, and quickly hurried away.
June 8-Day 2: The next day, I found Warrior, Venus, and little Sage grazing by the road close to The Valley of Horses. When I first arrived, Warrior raised his head and trotted towards me, trying to figure out if I was a danger. I slumped my shoulders and dropped my gaze, communication to him that I was no harm. Warrior returned to his herd and grazed. His actions of bravery, and going towards possible danger, earned him the name Warrior. While watching this herd, I was also lucky enough to see Sage nurse from her mother.
June 8-Day 2: The first time I spotted Amigo’s herd was in the road by the Valley of Horses, grazing close to Warrior’s herd. I was amazed that the two herds could graze so close to each other, and neither of the stallions tried to steal mares.
June 10-Day 4: On this day, Amigo’s herd was spending time with Warrior’s herd again. Amigo gained his name because his herd was such a friend to Sage.
June 8-Day 2: On my second day, when I journeyed down to The Valley of Horses and down the off shoot road, I found a large herd close to Amigo and Warrior’s herds. I quickly realized that in this herd, the lead mare was a buckskin and I named her Pocahontas. There was also a black filly in the herd, probably close to a year old. I named her Echo. As I watched this herd, I suddenly heard pounding hooves on the dirt and I turned to see a bright bay stallion thundering down the road towards this herd. It was the herd’s stallion, probably returning from chasing off some bachelor stallions. He quickly greeted his herd before leaving with them. I decided to name this stallion Pharaoh because of his spunky personality and nobleness.
Chase, Spirit, and Shadow
June 7-Day 1: Once camp was set up, my parents suddenly spotted three horses grazing next to our camp. They were three stallions, a bachelor herd. There was a dapple gray horse (Chase), a buckskin (Spirit), and a young looking black stallion (Shadow). This lovely herd stayed by our camp for a couple hours, slowly moving along the hill.
While on a hike, I looked up to see Spirit and Shadow on the trail. They stared at my family, a little wary, but we moved off the trail and they walked by, nibbling on the gambel oak bushes as they went by. They were not bothered at all by us, or even by my dog. I was surprised to not see Chase with his two herd mates.
The Three Bachelors
June 9-Day 3: While these three stallions were never named, I still loved seeing them the one day that I did. These guys were the unfortunate three who dared to venture into the Valley of Horses and were chased off by Amigo. They later showed up at camp and calmly walked by.
June 11-Day 5: When I heard the sound of pounding hooves, I ran outside of camp to see what was happening. A stallion galloped down the road, followed by Pharoah. They disappeared over a hill and out of sight.
June 12-Day 6: My parents decided to name the stallion DeBeque, after the town we had driven through to reach the wild horse area. I saw DeBeque twice on my last day, first on a flower blanketed hillside, and later close to camp. I found out later that DeBeque is an old stallion who lost his herd to younger bachelors. However, he seems content living his life alone, and will sometimes try to steal mares just for the fun of it and to wind up the younger stallions. (What he must have done when Pharaoh was chasing him)