White Mustang
We spotted him across the reservoir, too far away to get a picture. We wouldn't have noticed except he was white and moving slowly down to the edge of the water. Even with binoculars we were not quite sure what we were seeing. Then Fred, our campground host, came by and told us the story.
4-5 years ago a local rancher rounded up some mustangs and among them was this white beauty that he tried to tame. But the mustang rebelled, jumped the corral fence and headed off to the hills, saddle and all. The locals tried to capture him. They even rounded up more mustangs and headed them toward the white, hoping that he'd join in with the crowd and they'd get them all.
But he would have none of it and ran for the wild. He made his home on the west side of Mackay Reservoir. It took several years for the saddle to deteriorate and fall off. Campers who return here are always excited to see him. How does he survive the harsh winters all alone? Why doesn't he want to be around other horses? Sounds like a great movie to me!