06/27/2026
**What's on my mind? What isn't on my mind?**
On July 10th, one of the biggest wild horse roundups of the year begins.
For the past five years, I've been an observer. From the very beginning, I knew that's where I needed to be. Being on the ground wasn't just about documenting what happened—it was about being where I could best advocate for our wild horses.
I initially observed under a large organization because I believed it was the best way to bring the reality of what was happening on the ground to the public and to help support the awareness and legal action these horses desperately needed.
Over the years, organizations changed, priorities changed, and I found myself feeling that despite all of the effort, very little was changing when it came to meaningful legal action for the mustangs and their future.
I believed I had built a community of supporters who would continue this journey with me as I stepped out on my own. For the past year and a half, I have worked tirelessly to keep bringing awareness to the forefront, doing everything I could to continue this work independently. It has been a constant struggle—physically, emotionally, and financially.
For the first time in five years, I won't be behind the camera when the helicopters descend on our wild mustangs.
I won't be there.
That realization is heartbreaking.
I've never been someone who constantly asks for donations. Asking for help has never come easily to me. But the reality is that maintaining a website, producing educational content, traveling to roundups, lodging, fuel, and all of the expenses that come with being boots on the ground add up quickly.
I am deeply grateful to every person who has donated to help keep the organization going this past year. Your generosity has kept me afloat longer than you probably realize.
But my heart has always been in the field.
My greatest contribution has always been being boots on the ground—documenting what is happening, educating the public, supporting legal efforts when possible, and making sure the horses are not forgotten.
Today, I'm struggling with disappointment because I know where I believe I'm supposed to be, and this year I simply can't get there.
I don't share this seeking sympathy. I share it because I want people to understand that advocacy comes at a cost. The work doesn't stop when the cameras are turned off, and neither does the commitment.
Even though my heart is heavy, my love for America's wild mustangs has not changed. I will continue to fight for them in every way I can.
I just wish, this year, I could be where I know I can make the biggest difference.
For those of you that know my heart. This is incredibly difficult. July 10th is coming soon. That day I will be sitting behind a desk instead of out where I feel 💯 I need to be, feeling helpless.
Im not going to add a donate button to this post as a few weeks ago I posted asking for help and no one gave.
Im on the fence and have alot of thinking to do. I will never walk away from advocacy but this will be very difficult for me as a person to deal with so I may need to take time to absorb it and may need to move in a different direction.
