Horses in a Pass

I came across these herders while crossing a pass to another valley. The dirt track in the foreground petered out long before I reached the top of the pass. A couple hours of wonderful downhill followed, eventually a road and then people were found. By the end of the day I made my way to a bleak, vodka sullen town and found a place to sleep. Not surprisingly, maps showed a good road throughout the entirety of the pass.