“There must have been 40 of them. At least that’s what we figured when we averaged our counts. A pack of 40 wild horses flowing together in a calico streak across the plateau, with a single gray mustang at the lead. We knew we were in wild horse territory, yet still the dusk encounter took us aback.
“John parked the Jeep at a weathered trough and Tyler, Matt, and I got out to stretch and get our bearings. The chilly twilight air punctuated a deep sense of isolation. We leaned on the wooden posts, scanning the quiet hills around us. This neck of the Cedar Mountains was foreign to us, and we wandered the hoof-trodden no-man’s-land- free and happy- just like the good old days.”
Thanks to Jaromy Jessop [www.greatamericandesert.us] – my go-to guy for Tooele County history and geography- for helping me piece together our route through the Cedar Mountains.
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