11.6. Creede is a little mining town, with about 300 permanent residents, 3000 in summer and 10.000 at July 4th. It stretches the entire valley of 10 miles. The pellets have an interesting effect on our horses. In the morning Chreokee takes off running and wont be caught by any means, Guarini following, but soon tired he can be caugth. Luckily the others where tied, so we only had to deal with one horse. The horses are finally saddled and we ride up the road passed the privat residences and I remember the night before a driver in a truck had told me of a campground just a couple miles up the road. Well a couple miles here actually is like an hour ride on a horse and its about 5 km. We passed the campground and came to the first signs of civilization like mail boxes and mobile homes, and suddenly Guarini had the idea, he hat not to passe them, cause the could attack him. For the next halfe an hour I was constantly telling him, to get passed, things he had passed a million times before. It must be the pellets, that are haunting him. We get to the info center and ask about where we could leave the horses, but the lady ever so willing and nice, does not come up with an usable information. We learn form the real estate broker, that no horses are permitted to stay within the city limits and about 3 hours later we find ourself again south of the city, at the Rio Grande, where Ray, a Guy from town showed us, we could have our horses for the night. I organized some hay for the horses and we camped at the river, when a friend of Antonio, who is to replace Mark came by and asked if we needed help. We declined and asked if he could pick us up next morning 11 am, to the place Antonio had referred to. At ten my Wife Kathy came to bring supplies and at 12 we where expecting Keeyle. We all met and drove down to the place Justin had brought the horses. There are a couple of cabins, and we where able to rent one. Dinner at the stake house was excellent.