On the highway. Trucks with snow sleds in tow speeding west to the high peaks. The other lane heading east to the cities.
A left turn onto gravel. Now down to the river valley past a giant feedlot. A thousand corralled horses. All packed in. Unaware of their fate. Food for Europe. Horse steaks. It always upsets me.
More gravel. Then cottonwoods appear. Now at the bridge. Now at water’s edge. Few bugs. Bright sun. It’s going to be a challenging day.