Luka and I were walking along the channel on the band side yesterday. We started up the old kettle valley trail when one of the wild horses appeared and stood right in the middle of the path, as if it was saying “Look at how fucking magnificent I am in this sunlight” or, more likely “Yeah, this is as far as you are coming.” I don’t know how many there are running around those hills but it’s a pretty hearty herd.
We stopped when the horse came out of the woods. It’s the white spectre where the trail curves, this is also where we turned around. Luka is use to the draft horses up at the farm and knows they don’t like the look of her. Respect the wild.