El caballo

My horse was named Guero. Brooke's horse was not named yet. Brooke was the only one who asked, in Spanish, the named of her caballo and was told by the Mexican boy with a grin no llamo!
These amazing animals hauled us up another 1000 ft to over 11,000 ft, where we hiked in a short way to find more monarchs.
Another very beautiful experience. Mom buried a marble, leaving a bit of dad beneath the tree where the monarchs were huddled in clumps. She is smiling today. I hope finding some happiness in retracing her steps and reliving some memories she had with my dad. I felt very proud of him these last few days. These trips are challenging physically, and he must have been pushed to his max. He had such a strong will and love of life and the world and nature. I miss him a lot today. His presence is everywhere.
We made corn tortillas with our Mexican hostess who fed us a beautiful lunch after we emerged from the forest.
Now sitting in the sun on the balcony of our tiny orange hotel, remembering.