It's hard for me to believe this little mustang adventure was twelve years ago. But when I look at that picture of the mountain, I realize I ain't ever climbing it again. Below the lower V are the mustangs and below the upper V is where I took the pictures.
I had to do quite a bit of belly crawling to get close to that bay stud. Even when I started slowly getting up, he didn't really panic. By the eighth picture I was standing. The big eared deer seemed to ignore the whole process.
Just one of many experiences confirmed with the aid of a camera. It is a real joy to have these pictures to refresh my memories.