FROM: Ginger Swigert
PST
The mail is behind because of a few set backs that occurred in WY but it is clear that everyone is working extremely hard to make up time safely. Late Saturday night we caught up with the first of the Utah riders in Evanston, WY. Three generations of riders were participating for the first time. They knew the mail was a little behind but their spirits were high and exited about riding. Sunday started following the riders up State St. in Utah. Riding many miles on asphalt is difficult but the riders take it in stride. This leg of the ride ends in Simpson Springs where a relay station is located.
When we drove-up to the left I saw about 10 rigs and numerous horses tied to trailers and on our right was a herd of wild Mustangs in the distance. It was amazing. Simpson Springs still resembles what it must of looked like in 1860 (minus the rigs and signs). When the pony rider was near the rigs left to go their spots and the team that had just completed their rides were approaching. The rider rode into Simpson Springs just after 6:00 pm. Food appeared prepared by riders and non- riders. Blankets for babies, chairs for the more mature of us, and ice chest to sit on, a party had started.
As Jim and I were driving to Nevada on back roads, we approached a herd of wild Mustangs on the road. It doesn’t get any better then this.