Not wanting to go into a long, drawn-out retell of day 1 of my trip, I instead choose to focus on two images I took.
Antelope are plentiful on the Swell, but they never seem to be around when you’d like to take a photograph of one. Luckily, I came across this fellow—rather by accident—and was able to get a shot of him before he took off.
Horses and burros were brought in when the Swell was being mined for uranium in the early nineteen hundreds. With the coming of the automobile and mechanized farming, many were released or escaped into the wilds. The descendants of these animals still roam free today and inhabit the
I’d only seen wild burros one time before in all my varied trips with my own eyes; this time I was fortunate enough to come across a herd of about twelve of them—including a few foals.
For now, that is all.