Majestic wilderness, Beautiful colors to rival the masters palette. Cracks, Crevices, Rooks and Crannies. Sharp brutal rock. This is the desert to which, man can't rule and the Boys were born. The wild horses have reached the river, but nature decided to be cruel this year as it does from time to time. It's been a very hot year and the river is dried up. As they approached the river they could see the sagebrush in the dried river bed, the other dead grasses along the river channel, but there was no smell of sweet water on the wind. The Mare and colt in the front look down towards the rest of the river, no water, not even seepage. They know of other water holes but this was the nearest. They will go on. the older horses have the strength but the colts may not make it. VistaPro and psp for post work.