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.
Surrounded by steep hills, this ravine had been washed out over the years. Now the only thing that remains, is the water fall leading down from the pastures down to the washed drop. An old rock bridge still remains strong across the Gorge, allowing access to both sides of open land with small groves.