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.
A sacred place for the wild horses. There are still a few old fence posts here, but they have for the most part fallen over. Trees and other wild plants have grown over the lands. Not even a single fence plank remains in sight. All the houses or barns that were here, have long since fallen down or have been burned down and are now hidden under layers of dirt and rock. Water is plentiful through out here, just as well as dried up ravines.