This wooded point is El Capitan, and it’s great place to stroll or to watch the surfers that often congregate offshore waiting for waves.
4724 El Cap Point
The title of this post is from a lullaby I used to sing my daughter. Just to the northeast of the point is a horse ranch where we saw this cart herding horses.
4727 Cart & Horses
I like their spiffy green collars, and wonder what was going on. The cart stopped when they reached this corner, and they seemed content to stand this distance from it. Maybe they were getting used to the cart or driver, but a smaller group in the adjoining stall seemed quite interested in the activity.
4728 Equine Inquiry
These neighbors looked interested, and some poked their heads through the rails for a better look. But I notice that they seemed to stay even a little further away. I guess they know the ranch hand is associated with food, they can’t see any food in the vehicle, and they’re watching in case some treat should appear.
It got me remembering wonderful horseback rides in my life, and contemplating a time not much more than a century ago when horses provided our main transportation. Now people in cars whizzing past pay little attention to the horses, and none of them notice the 180 horses of our little carriage named Tripp passing quietly above.
John & Anne Wiley 
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