We found them east of the small tunnel, where the road makes almost a 180 degree switch-back, peering down on to the road. Another male with three more sheep was on the other side of the road. Everybody else left, I crept up the hill and waited. When they came back, I didn’t look at them. They were fine until a diesel engine went by. Their hoofs clattered on the rock when they ran. Could have stayed with them all day, but then some guy came up and started talking to us. Loudly. Needed some attention. That was the end of the bighorns for the day.
Didn’t make many photos except these sheep. We spent one entire day in our lawn chairs near Temple of Sinawava, just being still and watching the sun move across the canyon walls. The air was warm and still, yellow cottonwood leaves hanging limp. I heard a rustling noise and I looked up from my book. I saw a thousand leaves floating toward my face, as if they all smiled and let go at once. No photo needed, the experience is imprinted on my memory forever.