We packed into an area at 11,000 ft--a wide meadow with a river running
through it. Legend had it that this had been a favorite Indian summer
campground.
My fondest memory is watching the horses turned loose at night to forage for
themselves--in the morning the head wrangler's horse would be sent out to
round them up (an uncolored App with blue eyes and the smartest animal I
have ever seen!).
This was "roughing it" with class--and I would highly recommend at least
this particular tour.
Diane
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