The night before we all got together around a campfire and enjoyed a delicious potluck and lots of laughter. Then we all retired to our tents, campers and horse trailers for a night of camping in the high mountains above 9,000 ft elevation. I was excited because it was my very first night spent sleeping in the sleeping area of my gooseneck horse trailer. I turned on my Little Buddy heater before crawling into my sleeping bag just to warm up my sleeping area, and then turned it off and went right to sleep. I slept like a rock all night, warm and snug in my sleeping bag.
When I awoke the next morning, I looked up at the un-insulated steel ceiling and saw it was coated in ice! And when I checked my thermometer on the wall inside my sleeping area, this is what I saw!
Brrr!!! It was difficult to make myself crawl out of my warm sleeping bag so I could turn on my propane heater and get my space warmed up.
But I did, and then I went outside and turned on my campstove and got some water boiled for some hot tea and breakfast. While it was boiling, I fed and checked on Apache and mucked her stall.
And then I came back to a nice hot breakfast.
After breakfast, everyone gathered up their equines to get them tacked up so we could ride up to the Jack's Creek trail head for the day's work project.
Apache saddled and waiting beside my horse trailer.
My neighbors had a nice camping set-up with a potbelly stove inside their tent. They stayed warm and cozy all night long inside.
The first challenge of the day was crossing the fast flowing Panchuela Creek just below our camping area. A few horses had trouble with it because of it's close proximity to our camp and the deep, fast flowing water.
We rode about a mile and a half from Panchuela to Jack's Creek Campground.
A few in our group chose to haul their stock up to the trail head instead of riding up.
It was sunny at Jack's Creek, but there were dark clouds all around us.
Apache and I enjoyed the beautiful views while we waited to ride up to our work project site.
There are countless springs up in the Pecos, some large and some small. A couple horses didn't appreciate having to deal with the springs, even if they were barely a trickle across the trail.
"Nope. Not gonna cross this river" Even if it is such a tiny spring that you could just step right over it without even getting your feet wet. haha!
With a little assistance, we got her and her horse across the trickling spring.
We rode up the main trail about a mile and then arrived at our work project area. We tied up our horses and prepared to get to work.
Apache knows the drill........hang out and wait.
Our foreman explained what we would be doing: fixing erosion issues and building water bars.
Everyone pitched in and worked hard.
We needed to move a few heavy boulders into place to create effective water bars.
Lots of trail grading and working with tools and rock to control erosion.
My son Jax had hiked up to our work area and was already working hard by the time all of us horseback riders arrived.
And our horses, mules and donkeys waited patiently.
About two hours into the job it started snowing, but we just threw our slickers and coats on and kept working.
The job was almost done, so some of us headed back down the mountain. Apache was in the lead.
I was all bundled up, warm and dry.
We continued riding down the steep trail towards the Jack's Creek Campground.
We rode through the Jacks Creek Campground and continued down the mountain, getting closer to Panchuela Creek. And I just had to take another selfie. Happy to be on my horse in the mountains. What a great day!
We rode across the bridge over Panchuela Creek. Apache in the lead.
Panchuela Creek actually splits into several creeks and then comes together several times. So, after crossing the Panchuela Creek Bridge, we had to ride through Panchuela Creek, too. Again...Apache in the lead. Yay!
One rider needed some assistance convincing her horse to ride through the creek, so another rider led her through.
Whooohoo! They did it! That was exciting!
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After we unsaddled the horses, we hobbled our horses and let them graze on the green grass in our camping area. It was the first time I had ever hobbled Apache. But I'm pretty sure she had been hobbled in her past, because it was all a non-issue for her.
While our equines grazed, we grazed on our lunches, too.
I think Apache and her friend agreed that it was a perfect ending to a great day!