I don't know when or if it will ever be the same on the Pryor Mtns. I didn't take so many photos. Mostly I sat on a rock and took in the beauty in other ways. Before I realized, I was surrounded by mares and younger horses. All were curious, smelling me, blowing on my face, trying to get into my camera bags....just being horses. A yearling even gave me a little nuzzle on the back of my neck. You are supposed to stay 100 feet from the horses but it's difficult. It's just so painful to imagine them terrified in pens waiting a fate unknown. @ Bev, yes that is the weekend of the adoption. I wish I could be there. I would love nothing more than bringing Image home with me if he cannot be free.