Wranglers Campground... We were located in Section D of the campground, called "The Pines" because of the numerous tall pine trees shading the lots. We were the only people without horses. All the other camps had horse, some had mules, tethered behind the campers. A few campers brought fencing to make corrals at the rear of their campsite. The horse on one side was named Zipper. On the other side was Cheyenne and Pace. And a little terrier named Shotgun. Don't remember the people's names.
All day, the horse were whinnying back and forth. Every minute a horse in the distance would whinny and a horse nearby would respond and vice versa. I am not sure what is being communicated. A horse in a stall across the way appeared distressed at being alone in the stall with no one around. The horse stomped around, kicked the door and whinnied frequently. And horses in the distance would respond. I bet this horse communication happened frequently during the 1800s. Western movies seem to leave it out.
In the morning, we watched people feed and brush their horses. At about 9 people began putting blankets and saddles on their horses. Some exercised their horses by running them in circles round and round, one direction, then the other direction. At about 10 to 11 groups road out of camp to the many trails surrounding the campground. I heard of two accidents, a girl fell off her horse and hit her head. And someone else was taken to a hospital.
A little afternoon, Kathy and I walked to the camp store and bought lunch. I had two hot dogs. Kathy had chips I think. Then we walked back. When not watching the horses, Kathy and I read. I fell asleep several times. -car
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