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Wild Horses and Painted Memories
A Journey Along Aspen Mountain Road
Recently, my husband and I took the jeep out for one of our favorite kinds of adventures—off the beaten path, deep into the wild beauty of Wyoming. We traveled along Aspen Mountain Road near Rock Springs, where the land stretches wide and quiet, untouched by towns, convenience stores, or even homes. We saw just one other car the entire day.
But what we did see was unforgettable.
Herds of wild horses roamed the range and plateaus, grazing among the sea of sagebrush in search of bunchgrass. These family groups moved with grace and purpose, living freely in the vastness of the American West. Pronghorn antelope, sage grouse, and mule deer also made appearances, adding to the sense that we were guests in a thriving, untamed ecosystem.
The horses didn’t seem bothered by our presence. We parked, picnicked, and took photos, quietly observing. One moment stood out: we recognized a horse from a previous visit—Teton. He’s well known among admirers for the striking white “M” shape on his side, reminiscent of mountain peaks. Seeing him again felt like reconnecting with an old friend.
Even more heartening was the sight of mares nursing their foals—a sign that the population is flourishing. The horses looked healthy and strong, their coats gleaming in colors and patterns that reflect a rich mix of breeds: Spanish, Arabian, and various North American lines. Each one a living portrait of resilience and beauty.
Not far from where we explored is a government holding facility managed by the Bureau of Land Management. It’s part of the effort to balance wild horse populations with the land’s capacity. Horses gathered there are available for adoption—and in fact, my husband and I have adopted two from the Salt Wells Creek area. They now live on our farm, but that’s a story for another day.
This journey reminded me why I paint. The textures of sagebrush, the movement of hooves across open land, the quiet dignity of wild creatures—all of it finds its way into my brushstrokes. These moments are more than memories; they’re inspiration.