As the sun set we were blazing down this dirt road when we came upon some wild horses, most of which took no notice to us. Except for one. A giant but gentle, black as night, one-eyed horse. It stood right in the middle of this dirt road guarding our way forward. We stared at each other, eyes to eye, through a pain of glass for a several silent minutes before he mercifully moved aside. He must of stood 10 feet tall.
An omen? Never trust a one-eyed horse? A dark messenger? Something happened there and then but we were not sure. The horse rode off into the tall sage brushes and out of view. Confused about where we were, and what just happened, we finally looked on a road map and realized we had drove over an hour in the wrong direction, back into Utah, and even further from Boise.
Thank you horse for that heads up.
We turned around and headed back up that dirt road.

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