The wonders of spring have welcomed themselves.
The snow is starting to melt, and rain is here and there, melting it even faster. Even the plants have started to bud.
The horses are starting to foal, so many times there are young horses running around somewhere.
This trail is the smallest, with a few small climbs up or down. There are zero logs on this trail, but a stream crosses it. A small wall of rocks just under the surface gives the horses a path to walk on to cross.