It seemed as though the helicopter was delivering or removing something but when I took this shot of it flying away the thing swinging below it is a mystery.
So much for photographic technology!
It was nice to see the fire risk is low right now, but soon we will return to eternal summer and the baked grasslands of the chaparral woodlands.
Onward to our destination,
The Old Same Place.
Where sometimes unusual things happen.
The bar was open and the good times were rolling.
Woo hoo! While we tacked up our animals we watched as they hit the trail ...
They were gone by the time we were all ready, and we headed down to the Santa Ynez River crossing which still has a little water in it.
Tobe Mule impersonated a unicorn to aggravate Mosca the sensitive spooky racehorse, distracting her from the water.
On the main trail there were mysterious drag marks in the dirt. Three parallel lines that must have indicated something heavy being transported along it. At first we suspected they might be forbidden bicycle tracks, but in the soft areas they were too soft and regular.
All these trails are accessible by vehicles, but what left this mark remains a mystery.
Because we figured that the big group of people were doing the long route out to the plateau we sensibly opted for the right hand path, and turned East toward the Rancho San Fernando Rey.
At one point in the border fence a mud wallow made an obstacle that my Charro riding pals just could not resist.
Horses would prefer not to walk through uncertain surfaces...
El Jefe Arturo !!
Leaving him to his fate, the trail beckons us on.
And the dramatic skies that so often come across the coastal mountain range and over this lovely valley.
This is looking directly back towards our Santa Barbara home. So near, and yet so very different from this landscape.
From here we followed the trail out to the overlook above the golf course which is now for sale and clearly going un-watered and untended. And it was in front of a magnificent oak that it was time to take souvenir portrait photos.
And now, lovely as the view was from this spot, it was time to turn around and go back.
The sky was filled with clouds known as cirrus uncinus, Mare's Tails.The name is derived from Latin and means "curly hooks"
Their soft patternings overhead are a beautiful contrast with the mountainsides and trees below.
Poor little critter!
We left him to shinny back under the fence and get back to where he belonged.
Noe was off to the left prancing around in a field with feisty Marcos
And way up on the skyline Arturo was putting Pistola through some training
Noe loves the energy of his stallion.
Tobe and I just watch,
and I'm glad Tobe never gets any idea to imitate this!