SW Trip – day 3

The morning after the Lunar Eclipse, I woke to Eric talking to some horses. Day3-5102

That was enough to catapult me out of my sleeping bag and grab the camera. Initially we thought they were wild, but had doubts after hearing from Alison at Northern Desert Photography that horses were being rounded up at the Refuge and removed.


Taking a closer look at the rump of the black beauty, it looks like it might have some sort of mark or brand. It was still fun to see these wonderful critters out there in the desert. They didn’t seem at all spooked by us.


The moon still hanging around the next morning after the show it put on the night before.


Painted Hills spotted as we were leaving the Sheldon Wildlife Refuge.


I couldn’t resist a shot at these two playing and bonding.


We spent much of the day driving through Nevada (roughly 300 miles/480 km) in order to get to the next refuge at Ruby Lake. On the way there, we spotted this sign which should have been pointing in the opposite direction to Franklin Lake, a wildlife management area adjacent to the one at Ruby Lake. It seems the locals were trying to send a message. We opted to bypass this smaller area even though we could see some Sandhill Cranes off in the distance. Unfortunately our guess that there would be more cranes at Ruby proved to be wrong.


One new sighting for me was this Shrike perched on a power line.


And the seemingly ubiquitous Heron…


Back at our campground, it seemed we were surrounded by these cute little cottontails.


Even a startled Jackrabbit (of the kamikaze type) allowed me to catch a shot.


We had quite a show at the end of the day. The sun peeking over the mountaintops, lit up the distant hills giving us a marvelous scene to enjoy with dinner.


Amazing cloud formations with the sun kissing the tops of the Ruby Mountains.


Even more vivid as the sun settled behind the mountain range.


Views to dream of as we settled in for the night..

Before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream. That’s the point at which most people give up. It’s the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one ‘dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon’. 
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist


50 thoughts on “SW Trip – day 3

    • I was blessed with incredible skies for nearly the entire trip. I never would have spotted the shrike for what it was without Eric. That hooked little beak can certainly do a bit of damage.


    • What makes that image of Eric and Sissy even more precious is that he really doesn’t like dogs in general (or so he claims). It looks like Sissy is winning him over.


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