This post is not actually about riding bikes or wild horses. It’s about being scared. Very, very scared. It was Friday morning and I had been waiting all week for test results from a breast biopsy. Tired of waiting by the phone, I loaded my bike and headed to the Red Desert. It’s one of my favorite places to explore and the vastness of the wide open spaces always soothes my soul.
I thought I was in a cell-phone-free zone. But unbelievably, my phone buzzed at the crest of a hill. It was my doctor and my biopsy result was positive. I had breast cancer. Just minutes later I dropped into a valley filled with hundreds of wild horses. Out of dozens of photos, only a few came out. My hands were shaking.
There were probably about 10 distinct herds, each led by a stallion and consisting of a handful of mares and their foals.
The Seminoe Cutoff of the Oregon Trail. Wind River Mountains in the distance.
A stone monument built by sheep herders to help them find their way.