After our encounter with the scrubby, unshod horses, we made our way down dirt roads and over hills to the glacial Three Lakes area. The largest, Torrey Lake, is fronted by private property, and the snow-capped mountain views behind it are surely worth the investment.
We explore a bit, on the look-out for Native American petroglyphs. We find a slightly more modern version of rock art, instead, while Blaze strikes a pose with his half-flopped ears. We don't know what his life was like before we adopted him, but we are enjoying filling his days with adventures, new smells, and lots of squeaky toys.
Ring Lake is smaller and more motionless than its predecessor, and sports air-pocked sheets of ice at its edges.
We take another hike, avoiding wild cacti and finding some of the petroglyphs we seek...a horned antelope resembling a gemsbok, and another depiction resembling a...thingamajiggy!
A raptor circles overhead while a thick crust of ice and snow melts over Trail Lake. We were able to walk on the surface just a few weeks before.
Admiring signs of the war between winter and spring, we enjoy the breezy day and hope for another glimpse of the horses as we head back down.
Making our way past the hills and mountains we are privileged to live by, my boyfriend and I both comment on how amazing it is to live a mere twenty minutes from these lakes, the horses, and all this natural, quiet beauty. Wyoming has surprised us in the best of ways.