Happy Campers

At 11 PM last night, the three of us walked back to the camper from the laundry. It was dark everywhere in the campground, except for our site, because our outside light was on. We stopped about 30 yards away, because we heard noises and worried that it might be a bear. Then we saw a horse walk between the T@B and the car. Two others followed. They walked to the campsite next to ours. The kids were alternating between feelings of fascination and fear. Wanting to catch one of the horses to take home and worried that they might be trampled on in the tent.

When I woke up this morning at 6 AM, they were still here eating the campground’s green grass. We asked a ranger about them when we entered the park this morning and she said that there aren’t any wild horses around here, but that they might have gotten lose as fences burned in the Indian Reservation.