I breathed a sigh of relief finding everything in our camp as we had left it. Time seemed to have stood still in this part of the world; I felt as though we had been gone for ages when actually it was only three and a half days.
I showered Frog with affection, and gave him the last of our cookies and chips. That night, Satan and Puss slept with me in my trailer. Frog kept me awake with his constant stomping and braying.
Snow had fallen during our absence. Only patches of thin crust remained at Harry’s camp. The hills beyond were covered with a blanket of mushroom-like beauty glistening in the desert sun, which notwithstanding its angle in the sky, would wreak havoc with the snow before the day was done. I drove up the canyon in my Jeep with the thought of getting a better view, and doing some serious photography. I stopped and got out of my Jeep, then walked until I reached the side of a slope that afforded me an excellent view in which to use my camera.
I observed large herds of wild burro on the distant slopes. I also noticed two large burros, one black and the other brown, engaged in combat, in a herd, directly above me. Using my telephoto lens for some close-up shots, I began to capture their antics on film.
The two burros stood glaring at one another, and then they pawed the earth, and charged. I heard the sound of the impact and they arced in the air like colliding locomotives, their loud, echoing blasts resounding across the canyons, and they bit at one another in a most vicious manner, which resulted in bloody lacerations about their bodies,––then abruptly they stopped their combat and began grazing; and all was peaceful. The Jennies, close by, some accompanied by nursing yearlings, and older burros, regarded the two battling males with what appeared to me as casual regard; then the black one trotted over to the herd, and mounted one of the Jennies; and the entire herd let...