One Saturday last Fall I got up really, really early in the morning and drove halfway across Colorado to attempt a Fourteener. A Fourteener is a mountain whose summit is at least 14,000 feet above sea level, and Colorado has a lot of them. It's kind of a thing here to climb one (or more) of them, and I'd been training with my friend Monica to climb one this summer. Well, she moved, so I drove down and tried to hook up with a "beginner" climb.

The guy organizing the hike was completely nuts and chose a not-beginner mountain* and a not-beginner pace, so I turned around about a third of the way up. I was very sad and felt like the whole drive was a total waste of time, but on the way home I saw this.

 

It's a very inadequate photo, but there were close to 100 bighorn sheep on the mountainside. They were in no hurry, even when a truck drove along that dirt road and had to stop and wait for them to get out of the way. 

Looked like a good day to be a sheep.

*(As a Princetonian, I should have known better than to start with Mount Yale, because we're all taught the first day that Yale sucks.)

Comments

[naomi]

I'm sorry the climb didn't work out, but that's quite a collection of sheep!

[Ivy]

Oh sheep! And sorry to hear the climb didn't work out--but kudos to you! You're far braver than I am for even trying.

[Chris]

Bummer about the climb, but the sheep are really cool!