By the time we had gone on the Denali bus tour and the Kenai Fjord boat outing, all of them had been crossed off except for the mustangs.
I really didn't expect to see any. I thought I might have a very slim chance of seeing some when we pass through the western states on the way home, but I wasn't getting my hopes up. I figured that even if I did see some, more than likely they would be miles away on a hillside.
Well, once again, God was full of surprises.
We were driving along the Alaskan highway, late in the evening, traveling toward White Horse. Mom saw a horse crossing sign, but I didn't think much of it. We had seen them on our to Alaska and never spotted any horses.
I was riding up on top of the cab, drowsily watching the scenery flash by. I began to see road apples alongside the road. I thought perhaps they were from trail riders, but there were so many....
About a minute later, I spotted a herd of horses grazing alongside the road!!!!
I shouted and jumped down from on top of the cab and almost wiping out. Dad pulled up on the shoulder.
And there they were. I stuck my head out the window and their scent struck me. I hadn't realized how much I missed my horses until then. Some may not think horses smell good, but if I could buy a perfume that smelled like horse sweat, I'd probably wear it.
Okay, maybe not. But it was wonderful to be that close. They were very calm. The mare and foal were about fifteen feet from the road, the others were a little farther back. The foal is very young. It still has part of the umbilical cord attached.
There were two family bands. One consisted of a stallion, the mare with the foal, a mare that looked to be about a year old and an older bachlor. I'm not sure why the bachlor was still with the band, he looked mature, but for some reason the stallion was letting him stay.
A short distance away was a young stallion with one mare.
There were several ranches in the area and one of the mares looked like a standard bred, so these probably weren't true mustangs, but they were wild horses just the same. They are probably domestic horses that either escaped or were turned loose for some reason. I was very thrilled to get some good shots.
I was also excited to see a war bonnet horse in person. The mother of the foal is wearing a bonnet of brown over her ears. War bonnet horses were highly sought after by the Native Americans. I've read about them, but never see one in person.
My internet is very slow so I'm not able to load as many pictures as I would like, but here are a few :) I really love the one of the stallion (third photo)