After a short hike to this rocky river bank along the Salt River near Phoenix, we saw nothing. No wild horses. Our guide assured us that they were usually there. “They’ll come,” she said. A few minutes later there was a faint sound from across the river and a hint of movement through the trees.
“I told you they’d come.”
And for the next two hours we were thoroughly entertained and entranced by these amazing wild animals, living freely here not far from one of the largest cities in the United States.
Felt like I was there. Bet that two hours flew by.
Wow Mike. These are wonderful!
Thanks, Cara. And yes, Jane, the time did fly. We would have happily stayed longer but we had to get to a tequila tasting. Such is my life.