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.)