Last week, I went on vacation with my family to a tiny, remote mountain village called Platoro, located in the Colorado Rio Grande National Forest. I was anxious about leaving my three H’s alone for a full week–husband, home, and horses. However, the mountains were calling my name and there is nothing like that Colorado crisp air to clear your head and relax. We’ve camped in the surrounding area many times before, but never this particular spot. It was gorgeous.
We arrived at our cabin late in the evening when it was already dark, so the next morning I was happy to look out the window and see a horse pasture right next to us! It made the cabin feel a little more like home. Naturally, we immediately ran out after breakfast to meet the ponies. They were very friendly, especially the dun gelding Gracie is petting. He looked so much like my Rusty!
These horses were all used for trail rides up into the mountains. The picture I took, below, was one of the groups going out for a shorter, easier ride. Some trips they took on the these horses were long and hard. I developed a great respect for them, seeing them come and go every day on such hard terrain in a high altitude.
This is the valley they lived in, right next to our cabin. In the morning, the fog would settle over the valley and create such a pretty picture.
What a beautiful sight!
This was a creek that we hiked down to near Platoro. So serene.
Same place, different view.
Who can resist Colorado wildflowers? Not my girl!
Is she a three year old? or a thirteen year old?