As Iím sitting on the front porch typing this right now, itís almost dusk. The view in front of me is the one you see above. The horse are penned behind me and alternately eating grass, then taking a catnap while they digest their food. Burning as many calories as they do, they will keep grazing and sleeping all night long or at least as long as the grass in their pen lasts.
Iím camped on the edge of a large basin that appears to be completely ringed with mountains. The Madison River runs past 1/4 mile away, but I canít see it as itís channel cuts deeply into the surrounding terrain.
A nice guy named Art offered me to lay up at his place for a day and rest the horses. So, tomorrow morning, I think Iíll hitch up for a short 3 mile walk down to Artís place.