There’s the second one (in front)! I’m still reeling from the experience I had Monday, when I was able to sit down and be a part of this scene. There’s so much that’s right about this, I hardly know where to start. First, that it happened at all. Second, that it happened to me: a matter of being in the right place at the right time, and let’s think years, not minutes. Validation of the highest order.
Be that as it may, it’s such a privilege, both to see the bighorn ewes and also feel I was accepted in their presence, two miles down a lonely trail with no one else around for miles. The quality of this experience can’t be conveyed in words. I hope you have a similar story to remember when the collective comes to call and tries to stuff you in a box.
(And people wonder why I don’t bother with TV. It is to laugh.)