There is a lovely community that started out as a hippie haven....I know because I used to pitch a tent down by the stream bank when I was in college. There are some very happy and not connected memories in Placitas. It was when I wanted to be a flower child and my folks said okay dumbie but don't come home if you get arrested. So in the summer of 1968, I tried living in a tent for all of a week and then I wanted a shower really badly and caved and when home to eat a mess of crow. Actually, it wasn't all that bad because I just turned around in the fall of the year and did it again and showered at a friends. Since I was living on campus, it wasn't all that risky but that's a whole different post.
We love Placitas. There was a wildfire there not long ago and we went to see what it had done to the area. We couldn't get up there because the forest is completely closed off from traffic. But we were rewarded for our efforts by the viewing of a small herd of wild horses.
|Stallion and look out for his herd|
|Mare and foal across the road|
|others hiding in the background|
I blogged about this area before, even showed you the troll bridge at the north end of Placitas with the grands looking for the troll, tee hee.
The plight of these wild horses is not much different than that of so many wild mustangs. And we are in the middle of a drought. You can see how thin these horses are. They are being hunted down by the powers that be. In this herds case, the home owners of the area have banded together to rid the area of these pests. These folks want the gorgeous view of the area but not the essence of Placitas. Excuse me????? The horses were there first. The idiots who bought part of the wilderness knew the horses were there. And can you tell it irks my chicken? I hate humans sometimes. We are the dumbest, most uncaring, lethal mammals on the planet.
During my week on the stream bank of Placitas, I got up one morning and there was a herd of about 20 about 15 yards from me drinking the spring water and not a one of them spooked at us silly humans playing at being part of the scenery. It was one of those moments that are gems in my memory. Still gives me goose bumps when I think about it.
Joe and I had our usual discussion about this horse vs man issue and he said the sweetest thing after we saw the small herd. He said, "you know if we lived out here, you'd have hay and feed for all of the horses and would have already named them all". Ya think?????? The man knows me well.
This little drive kinda pulled the ickiness out of both of us. He is less grumpy and I am less snarky. Well at least I'm trying.